Painting by Sadie Kim ’22

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Caged Apple Recipe by Albert Zhou ’22

Ingredients

  • Puff pastry
  • Apples
  • Butter
  • Egg
  • Sugar
  1. Cut puff pastry into squares
  2. Make several equidistance incisions on two opposite sides of half of the squares
  3. Continue to make staggered cuts in between the original incisions until there are multiple rows of cuts
  4. Preheat the oven to 400° F
  5. Split apples in half and place each apple half on an uncut puff pastry square
  6. Beat eggs and brush the edges of puff pastry squares
  7. Combine melted butter and sugar in a small bowl
  8. Pour the butter and sugar mix over the apples
  9. Stretch the cut puff pastry over each apple and seal the pastry by pinching
  10. Bake for 15 minutes
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Chinese Mythology Illustrations by Mandarin C Class

Middle school students in Ms. Luo’s Mandarin C class read myths and chose scenes to illustrate. Ms. Luo explains:

“It’s the story behind Mid Autumn Day Festival. One is ‘Houyi who Shot the Sun’ and one is ‘Chang e Flying to the Moon.’ Houyi and Chang e are husband and wife. Once upon a time, there were 10 suns in the sky that made people miserable. Houyi shot down 9 and became a hero. He was rewarded two heavenly medicine by the Jade emperor from heaven. Taking one can make him young and healthy forever, taking two will make him a god. He was going to share with his wife, but his wife got greedy and ate two. Although she became a goddess, the Jade emperor punished her by making her the goddess of the moon palace, where she lives alone forever.”

Gina Shreier ’26
Olivia Dai ’26
Reagan Edwards ’26

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“Glitter Cherry Bomb Lipgloss,” a Short Story by Anonymous

Photo by Hans Vivek on Unsplash

It was one of those warm nights with a slight chill in the air: a breeze that raises the hair on your arms and brushes by your skin, licking your very outer shell and eliciting goosebumps.

I sat in the diner with a large plate of bright yellow scrambled eggs, steam rising from them. Next to them were two slices of toast glistening with butter, almost soggy in the amount of butter spread across the golden surface, and three strips of crispy, dark bacon. Even though the smell of my freshly made midnight breakfast wafted through the air and excited my taste buds, my stomach wasn’t appetized: it sat in my body, filled with what seemed like rocks filling up the hunger I’d hoped to quench.

Dried tears on my cheeks tightened my skin as I shut my eyes tight, trying to ward off the oncoming wave of fresh tears. The rolling ripples hadn’t stopped coming all night, every lull in my brain’s constant stream of thoughts allowed space for him to intrude on my mind, instigating another onslaught of tears.

I rested my head on my hand, staring into the hardwood floor beneath me, trying to grasp the night I’d just had. There were only two other people in the diner, the waitress dressed in all black, black leggings, black apron, tight black t-shirt, and a girl about three booths over, staring at the same plate of food in front of her as me: scrambled eggs, buttered toast, bacon. She seemed to be having a slightly rougher time than me though, her leg under the table an uncontrollable bundle of nervous energy pumping up and down and her fingers aggressively picking her cuticles.

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“God Complex” Painting by Selah Dungey ’22

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Event Highlight: Choir Festival

On November 10th, all members of the middle and upper school choral programs took part in an at-school choral festival featuring three guest clinicians. Some of the in-progress performances are featured below. See the final performances at the choral concert in December!

6th Grade Choir, conducted by Mr. Bender
Upper School Concert Choir, conducted by Mr. Lal
Men’s Choir, conducted by a guest clinician

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“Soup,” a poem by Willow Palmer ’23

Photo by Tangerine Newt on Unsplash

Eating soup is my favorite pastime.

The fun slurping noise as your sip the soup.

Down it goes, hot and filling.

A hair rises to the surface of the soup.

Disgusted, you try to pluck it out with your fingers.

The hair is a lot harder to get out than you thought.

Your fingers have turned into your entire hand tugging at the hair.

It still won’t budge and your soup is getting cold.

You tug harder at the hair using two hands.

Finally at last the hair budges.

A small boy no younger than 9 pops out of your soup.

You stand in disbelief.

A boy? In your soup? Preposterous.

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Digital Art by Alex Atlas ’23

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Radio Show by Kylie Bill ’21

NA alum Kylie Bill hosts a radio show on Tuesdays from 9-10am on WVAU: a radio station run by American University students. Watch her show here every week! Below are images of Kylie’s studio and a short interview about her experience.

What’s your show called?

My show is called Sourdough Bread. A while back I took a BuzzFeed quiz to see what type of bread I’d be and I got sourdough. I decided to name my show Sourdough Bread because the music I play just encapsulates my personality and what I’m currently listening to.

What does a day in the studio look like?

I host 1 hour shows every Tuesday from 9-10am. I’m the first show so I have the studio to myself, and I’m responsible for setting up the consoles and speakers. I curate a playlist each week I play on the station through Bluetooth, but besides the weekly routine, WVAU also has events once a month where we invite local artists from DC.

What’s your favorite part about hosting the show?

My favorite part is being able to meet so many cool people. I love being surrounded by others who enjoy sharing art and media they care about. Also, it was nice building connections with not just freshmen, but upperclassmen as well.

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Photography by Meredith Janay ’22

Here are four nature and animal photographs by Meredith Janay ’22.


“Rockie J”
“Sand pond”
“Some Thoreau quote”
“The grove”

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“Dreams Come True,” a Short Story by Ambika Sharma ’24

Ramira paused by the automatic doors, allowing the invisible sensors to scan her retinas. After a moment there was a soft beep, and the doors slid open, letting her step into the building’s quiet marble lobby. 

The secretary looked up at her from its desk in the center of the room, and as always, Ramira had to marvel at how well it had been disguised. The robot’s smooth felt skin, real wig, and remarkably life-like eye-sensors made it look exactly like a human woman as it watched her approach.

In a bright, natural voice the secretary said, “Good morning, Dr. Castille. Dr. Lathe requests your presence in Room 1000, Floor 9. Your subordinates have been sent a message excusing your absence.” 

Ramira frowned as she turned towards the elevators. Room 1000? People said that that room had been sectioned off for a special Borderline project for the past year or so. Most ninth-floor workers weren’t even allowed in there. Even she, the head scientist of the fifth floor, was far from qualified to go in. So why would Warner – or Dr. Lathe, as he was known professionally – send a message telling her to? Why was he there, anyway? 

Well, she thought, pressing the button to call the elevator, the last question was the easiest to answer. She and Warner had been friends since they were children, but he was a Borderline scientist and she a fifth-floor one, so their paths never crossed. It was quite possible that he was working on whatever Room 1000 contained.

But even so, that didn’t explain why he had asked her to go there, Ramira thought as the elevator doors opened. She didn’t belong there; after all, abstractthinking was not her forte. She was good enough at it to do well at her work in neuroscience, but she was nowhere near the standard expected of a Borderline scientist.

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WAM November Challenges

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Philemona Williamson’s “Paintings from the Studio” featured in Teiger Gallery Exhibit

Philemona Williamson‘s Paintings from the Studio is a collection of figurative works that are currently displayed in NA’s Teiger Gallery. Ms. Williamson’s work is renowned both throughout and outside of the United States and has been residenced in numerous exhibits including the June Kelly Gallery in NYC and the Montclair Art Museum. Her works “explore the tenuous bridge between adolescence and adulthood, encapsulating the intersection of innocence and experience at its most piercing and poignant moment.” Belong are a few of Ms. Williamson’s thought-provoking and vibrant paintings.

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“Schoolbound Journey” Photograph by Samantha Witt ’22

While driving to school, Sam stopped at a red light to capture the below photograph of an October sunrise in the clouds.

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“The Towers,” Creative Nonfiction by Marina Chernin ’23

The Scream by Edvard Munch (1893)

He stands, fading under the flaming red sky, which streaks the river below with shades of
orange and pink and yellow. Boats drift behind him, peacefully unaware, and his fellow
countrymen amble down the bridge he has found himself on. The low sounds of their muttering and the quiet crashing of the waves are as unknown to him as the tomorrow that awaits him.

He stands staring, unable even to scream— transfixed by horror, bound in agony. His eyes are brutally wide, his hands unable to shield them. They hover uselessly. He can not look away. The sky, for an instant burning scarlet, fills with grey. His hands fall and the world comes crashing down.


There are sirens now. The murmurs behind him have climaxed to a roar, but he hears only the impact. Aluminum against glass, and then deafening silence. Again, and again, and again, it strikes. It won’t leave his head. He’s never known something so thunderous before. A sound so full of anguish, of death. He will feel it in his bones until the day he dies.


The vessels below have been, in one cataclysmic moment, restored to their biblical purpose. Each fishing craft, ferry, and ship is a lifeboat. There are too many people to carry, and yet there are two thousand nine hundred and ninety six seats that will never be filled.


His sense of safety has shattered in an instant, like the windows and the floors and the families that will never be whole again. He steps back. There are people coming towards him now. They are in shades of blue, of grey, of black. He breathes in, out. His ears ring. Again, and again, and again. The air is thick, impenetrable. He turns to run, but there is nowhere to go. So he walks with the crowd, towards oblivion.


The bridge becomes a river of its own, rushing in time with the one beneath, and the man is swept along in the current. Smoke settles on his ashen skin, on his weather-beaten overcoat. He does not notice. The sun, somehow, shines bright above them. He coughs. He is not the only one. It strikes. Again, and again, and again.

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Sunflower Photographs by Kaya Patel ’22

Kaya Patel ’22 took the below photos at the Sussex County Sunflower Maze in September. Kaya would like to note that that this maze location is the largest producer of sunflower oil in the east coast.

“Bee Happy”
“Solar Power by Lorde”
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“Happy Birthday,” a Poem by Anonymous

Today is one year closer to death.

Most celebrate 

As if they are happy.

Happy to be closer to death?

One year closer.

One Breath closer

Death trails after each person 

Waiting for the right time

To strike

Young or old 

Death doesn’t care

He takes and takes

Even the sinners and the saints.

Happy birthday.

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“One,” Personal Narrative by Harold Fullilove ’23

Three inches in size and dark gray in color, a small figurine of a rhinoceros was my
prized possession during my infancy. My sister had used it for a project she had in
school, and when she finally got her grade back the whole diorama of African wildlife
was exiled to the closet right outside of my bedroom. This exodus just happened to
coincide with my discovery that I could open doors if I climbed on enough furniture, and
I quickly gained access to a whole world of toys that I had never seen before. At this
time, my parents didn’t allow me to have any toys small enough for me to choke on, as I
had a habit of putting anything and everything that I could get my hands on into my
mouth. This closet just happened to be filled to the brim with things I could suffocate on,
but only one object caught my attention. In hindsight, it was really quite a poor depiction
of a rhino, looking more similar to a pointy cow than its actual real life counterpart, but to
me it was the coolest thing I had laid my little eyes on. There was nothing I wanted to do
more than show it off to anyone who would listen, but I quickly realised I was confined
to secrecy if I wanted to keep the toy. If I showed my parents it would get taken away
immediately due to the danger it posed to my airways. I had more or less stolen it from
my sister, and she was sure to throw a fit if she discovered I had taken it without her
permission. I couldn’t even show my Great Grandma, as I was already in hot water from
when I had turned her bedroom into a battlefield for my Godzilla action figure and hundreds of little green army men (which were suspiciously never seen again). Just like
that, I was turned into an outlaw, armed with nothing but my toy rhino by my side. It was
me and him against the world.

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WAM Homecoming Festivities

October 16, 2021 was officially this year’s Newark Academy annual homecoming day and dance! The school was filled with students, faculty, and families who enjoyed food, games, and cheered on our sports teams. Located near the concession stand was the club tent, where visitors could explore various clubs and participate in club-related activities. The WAM blog was thrilled to have had a table in the club tent this year, which was set up with pictures from the blog and interactive activities like origami and beaded bracelet-making.

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Spirit Week Boards

Part of NA’s Spirit Week competition is the spirit boards challenge, where volunteers from each grade paint one of the big boards based on the grade theme. Congratulations to the seniors for winning the challenge and remember to check out the boards next to the SAC throughout the year!

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“Swamped,” a Personal Narrative by Zinnia Magill ’24

Enjoy this personal narrative below, which was written by Zinnia Magill from the Class of 2024 for her Creative Writing class.

You’re looking at a picture someone drew. It’s a person sitting in a chair. They’re
sitting inside they’re own mind and looking out of a little peephole through their own
eyes. Sitting forward with they’re elbows on their knees and their fists under their chin,
they look focused and interested in what they’re watching. They’re watching their own
life. This is dissociation.

Almost everyone dissociates from time to time. If, like me, you’ve scrolled
through Tik Tok for hours not realizing the amount of time that has passed, you
dissociated. If you’ve ever been reading and when you look back at how much you’ve
read,  you don’t remember turning that many pages; that’s dissociating too.  But just
because you’ve done these things doesn’t necessarily mean you have a dissociative
disorder. 

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“Under the Skylights” by Albert Zhou ’22

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Painting by Samantha Witt ’22

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Dance by Molly Lindstrom ’21 & Kayla Cohen ’21

During the summer between graduation and leaving for college, dancers Molly Lindstrom ’21 and Kayla Cohen ’21 choreographed this beautiful performance to the song “Happier Than Ever” by Billie Eilish. Molly appeared in the video, while Kayla filmed and edited.

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“My Fairy Tale Logic,” a Poem by Marina Chernin ’23

The tasks in fairy tales? Not quite so bad.

‘Cause there’s a happy ending every time.

Rapunzel may have lost her mom and dad,

but Flynn is cute and he knows how to climb!

 

And sure, Aurora slept a thousand years,

yeah, wouldn’t we all kill for such a nap?

And then all of her problems disappear—

a kiss from a rich dude and that was that!

 

Okay, now you think Belle can change my mind?

That brainiac who got to read so much?

Sure her husband wasn’t all refined,

But he became a prince with just one touch!

 

So fairy tales? Yeah I don’t sympathize.

Make me a princess any day you want.

And if ever the question should arise,

I’d like it if my prince was super hot.
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“No Discussions” by Nikhil Kumra ’22, Interview with the Producer

Nikhil Kumra ’22 recently released the song “NO DISCUSSIONS” along with Billboard Baba and ArmstrongWW. Belong is his song along with an interview with Nikhil about the process of producing an original song.

How was it working alongside and collaborating with other professional artists?

“It was amazing to be able to work with professionals and actually be part of a team putting out quality work, especially with sound engineers, videographers, and even the studio itself was a professional used by Travis Scott during Astroworld. I think the fact that Baba and I have a mutual respect is seriously key; there was no feeling that the artist is bigger than the producer or vice-versa, or that one is doing the other a favor. I think having something that high of quality to be put out made me feel special, and I cannot wait to release more music with them.”

What was your individual production process like?

“When I produce, usually I start out with a melody. Sometimes I make my own with plugins or instruments in my software, or I might sample something from an audio I heard. In this case, I sampled an acapella talkbox, added a keyboard harmony and some maracas. Then I usually add my drums, which consist of hihats, claps, bass drums, and sometimes some other snare drum and other percussive sounds. Finally, I add my 808s and bass together and that’s how I make a loop for the beat. Then, I just format it with the introduction, the bass drop, chorus, verses, etc.”

What inspired you?

“Honestly, I never took production too seriously until coronavirus happened. Before the pandemic, me and my friends would just make beats together during lunch just for fun, never seriously. However, in march, I wasn’t able to play the drums or sing with any of my friends at school, so I started to really channel my inner musical side. Once I started making drum patterns and simple melodies on my computer, I began to remix some songs and created higher level beats. Then I pretty much found artists that had a smaller following but were mega talented, DMed them and asked them if they liked my beats, and made songs.”

Is there a general message that you wanted to convey with the song?

“Well the song is a feel good song. It’s one that someone can dance to, listen to while working out, and just play while doing homework. While I didn’t really write the lyrics, the meaning behind the beat was really that as long as you work hard for something you have a passion for, opportunity will naturally come up. No one except for my close friends really knew that I produced, and in the real world, everyone has to advocate for themselves in order to be noticed, and since I had no credibility, I had to market myself in order to sell my beats and collaborate, so with hard work and determination, people can really start to achieve the results with the things they are passionate about.”

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“Poppet” by Anika Lippke ’24

This is a short story written by Anika Lippke ’24 as a preface to a technological dystopia.


1: 

the moon is not merciful, and static weeps silently.

It wasn’t intentional. They had all agreed to stay manual this round, to further substantiate their tactical assimilation of the VAMPIRES’ capability past their rudimentary understanding of the vampires’ instinctive belligerence, past their daily little whispered adrenaline dose, packaged adequately within a muttered mantra, they’ll paint us red. 

She’d be punished enough to satiate Loren’s viscous lust for her teeth on the ground if Nio hadn’t enough of a spinal cord to gradually settle the violent tremoring in his skinny back enough to graciously peer past the digital fractions of his skull rocking despondent upon the pearlescent glass floors and give Nathalie no more incriminating evidence to sweep up through her fingers but a meager little smile. 

“Did you scream?” She asks, languid, her glances dotting away gradually from Nio’s collapsed figure upon the electric floor.  

The fragments of the skull are already melting back into their environment, the lighting swallowing the shards where it hits as blank as a supernova, and Nio has gathered the remains of his scatterbrain within his hands and cups desperately at the dripping remains as if he could somehow miraculously plug the fluid static back into his unobstructed brain in order to gather his shredded orientation. 

But he pauses at her words. The rest of the holographic gunk slips through his fingers as if it had never collected there in the first place and he feeds her with an expression she’s gotten sasquatch handfuls of from only Loren in the past, and it’s oddly astonishing to swallow the arrangement of his features off of another’s face. Disapproval. 

“You’re the one that screamed,” he clips back shortly, disbelief and scorn knotting his features into something pitiably ugly.    

Without another word Nathalie is left standing alone beneath the fading glitter hedge, clutching at her translucent glow gun like a teddy bear, and Nio has not only scattered to his feet, but hightailed away, (“she’s a poppet after all…”) leaving a static trail behind where mechanic blood drips from the receding “wound” at the back of his head where Nathalie had jutted him quite aggressively with three glow bullets (painful; foul play) within the span of about twenty milliseconds (impossible without cheats) without even giving him the grace of turning her head in his direction as she rattled off the bullets; as automatic as her reflex to levitate the gun with her uncanny reliance on grid magnetism, her fingers ticked off three rounds and sent the poor boy scrambling across the glowy plex floors with the vertigo of a zombie with sweat-marinated heat stroke. 

A deplorable second-place loss to the girl who apparently screamed without her own awareness upon his approach. 

Her bearings are titanium plates today. 

They’ll paint us red

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Ms. Mahoney’s Montage Master Class Video

During the Master Classes, Ms. Mahoney’s Montage Master class put together this quick montage in the last 30 minutes of class. This collaborative effort between Alyssa Rubin, Ashna Shah, Lauren Siegel, Sydney Chang, and Adin Fastov is a short comic montage of a teenage romance. In just 30 minutes, they created a plot, shot, directed, and soundtracked it.

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“mother may i” by Navyaa Jain ’23: Published in The Apprentice Writer

Navyaa’s poem “mother may i” follows a daughter who grieves the loss of her mother. It was recently accepted for publication in the 39th volume of The Apprentice Writer, which will be released in early October.


mother may i
eat the ice cream
that you bought
last year the day

i’d been robbed
because my piggy 
bank was missing
the five dollars that 
you used to buy

rocky road from 
last year so now 
it’s been sitting in 
the back of the fridge 

waiting for
some love from
you and ever
since i took 
a bite from

the warm and 
tender frozen treat
i’ve been saving it 
because i didn’t know
when you’d buy me 
more and i need to

save me from 
the bad days but
i’m all out and

now you can’t buy me more

p.s. there are
sprinkles in the
round yellow box
next to the band aids

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Strings to De-Stress: Event Highlight

In order to kick off School Council’s mental health initiative, the council mental health committee recently partnered with Public Health Group and Healthy Body Healthy Mind to host Strings to De-Stress. Students made friendship bracelets, assembled puzzles, and learned how to crochet in a class taught by Kaya Rajparia ’22, all while enjoying essential oils and comfy seats in the Student Activities Center. Below are some images from the event!

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“Jaguar” by Albert Zhou ’22

Albert Zhou ’22 created this painting to represent software named Jaguar developed by a company he worked at over the summer.

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“Wagon Wheel” by Parth Sarkar ’21, Mateo Zoubek ’21, Jack Cleeve ’21, and Elan Lakes ’21, a Senior Project

For their Senior Project, Parth Sarkar ’21, Mateo Zoubek ’21, Jack Cleeve ’21, and Elan Lakes ’21 put themselves to learning the guitar. For their final presentation, they played “Wagon Wheel” by Bob Dylan together.

We spent a few weeks learning the chords, timing, and strumming patterns for multiple songs, and we eventually chose Wagon Wheel to play. There’re still a lot of challenges, like learning how to sing and play at the same time, or switching quickly between new chords, but I’m definitely going to stick with it and keep learning!

Parth Sarkar ’21

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Art Exhibit Showcase

As the year comes to a close, the exhibit in the art gallery is filled with works done by a variety of visual art students. Below, we highlight some of the work that is currently on display by Réal Nix ’21, Kaya Patel ’22, Samantha Witt ’22, Lauren Hardman ’22, Lucas Alland ’22, Avi Parameshwar ’22, and Amaani Jetley ’22.

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IB Art Exhibits 2021

Recently, the works of senior IB artists Ben Tolpa, Kylie Bill, Michelle Wong, and Silvy Zhou were featured in NA’s Teiger Art Gallery. Here are some highlights from the exhibit, photographed by James Worrell (faculty), with rationales written by the students. The full photo gallery of the exhibit can be found here.


Ben Tolpa

“The theme found throughout much of my work deals with the deconstruction of the physical form in order to better reveal symbolic references, experiences, and emotions that I am trying to convey (ie absurdism, dynamics between the self and society, and sensory experience). I was inspired by a variety of artists, notably Alberto Giacometti, Jun Kaneko, and Marisol Escobar whose work demonstrates a similar approach.”

Ben Tolpa ’21

Kylie Bill

“All of my pieces were centered around how growing up can give you a distorted perception of yourself; being a senior, I’m in this weird transition period between childhood and adulthood and almost as a response to entering this period of dramatic change, I use art as a vehicle to cling to and remember my childhood and the person I used to be. I wanted my exhibit to evoke a sense of nostalgia and instead of expecting the viewer to understand my experience, I wanted my art to invite the viewer to insert their own experiences and emotions into my pieces.”

Kylie Bill ’21

Michelle Wong

“For my exhibit, my main theme was to focus on my life experiences and portraying them onto my work. My main goal was to hope that viewers would reflect on their lives and the different emotions people feel.”

Michelle Wong ’21

Silvy Zhou

“This exhibit explores concepts of time, memory, and hypotheticals, specifically stopping to consider sometimes mundane elements of life. Reflecting events of the past, whether childhood memory, historical event, or recent experience, most of these pieces are explorations of new artistic and storytelling mediums, but also show a shift in my address of the real world.”

Silvy Zhou ’21

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Sculpture by Selah Dungey ’22

Untitled by Selah Dungey; clay with acrylic paint
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Anonymous Creative Response to Claudia Rankine’s “Citizen”

Photo by Reid Zura on Unsplash

In response to Citizen by Claudia Rankine, pg. 139- 

Some years there exists a wanting to escape–

You, floating above your certain ache–

Still the ache coexists.

Call that the immanent you

You are you even before you

grow into understanding you

are not anyone, worthless,

not worth you.

When you close your eyes at night, you wish you could believe that just a breath can cure the thousands of aches that you feel in a given moment. But instead, you lie awake, dwelling on what occurred throughout the day and rehearsing what you expect from tomorrow. Every word you wished you didn’t say, every mistake you wished you didn’t make, every opportunity you wished you had all converge into a cloud of chaos–a spiral of regret. Somewhere between your reflections on the past and your subconscious dreams lie your expectations for tomorrow. When you dream awake, you have complete control over the ending. You can live freely above your chaotic spiral, pulling at each memory like an infinite thread of your past. You correct each tiny memory that you considered to be a failure because for once in your life, you know what comes next, and you can plan accordingly. No opportunities to disappoint yourself. No surprises. 

Every night, you are caught in a moment between the past and the future, but you never stop and just think about the now. When it’s not about the past, it’s certainly about the future, but what happened to now? You never let yourself accept that the now is the best that it will be, so you continue to think about yesterday and tomorrow.

Some nights, you wish that you could just fall asleep and leave your day behind you, but the past lingers on, and you can never truly be free from it. It grows inside of you and pounds on your chest, waiting to be released. You try to shove it to the side and escape into a dark space of nothingness. You wish that you could float above it all and fly away from the constant reminder of your goals, of your mistakes, of yourself. But again, you continue to toss and turn between your silky sheets, trying not to look at the faint blue light of your clock because you know that with each new thought, you are drawn further away from the good night of sleep that you promised yourself. 

One night is particularly worse than the rest. You knew this day would come, but you never thought it could be this bad. The minutes turn into hours, and you just stare at the ceiling because you know that getting sleep is no longer an option. But you don’t give up that easily. You fight and kick as you now violently toss and turn, and you scream without making a sound because it’s 3:00 in the morning. You can’t make a sound. You try music; you try podcasts; you try suffocating yourself with multiple layers of thick, cozy blankets, and yet you can’t sleep. Whenever you doze off, your mind protests and reminds you that you made too many mistakes for you to succeed tomorrow. You thought that all the practice and the countless hours you spent scribbling furiously at your desk for the past months would convince you that you were enough. But in reality, nothing you do would ever be enough. You have never been enough for yourself. 

When you are always looking for answers, you rarely stop to ask yourself the questions. Your chaotic spiral grows and grows until one day you shatter. It’s only then that you begin to question why you’ve never been enough, why you can’t ever let yourself be enough. Each time you justify your world, it diverts further from reality and closer to insanity, perfection, whatever you choose to call it. You are so obsessed with reaching this ideal form of yourself, but if your standards are always changing, when does it stop? When do you stop? Why can’t you stop? 

When you wake up in the morning, you don’t remember what you thought about the night before, but you know what you felt. When you talk about how you felt, the world tells you to breathe. Every therapist, every doctor, everyone just tells you that all you can do is breathe. They say take a breath as if it will all magically go away with the air expelled from your chest. The air may leave you, but the stinging ache persists. You’ve lived like this for so long that you forget that releasing your pain is even possible. So instead, you sigh. You move on. You repeat the same steps over and over again, but you’ll never forget how you felt that one night when you felt it all. 

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Phone Cases by Albert Zhou ’22

Enjoy these phone cases, painted by Albert Zhou ’22, using spray paint.

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Senior Intern Spotlight: Silvy Zhou ’21

In 2018, the WAM blog introduced the intern position in an effort to expand the blog and cultivate more student involvement. Senior Silvy Zhou took on this role from the beginning and, for the past 3 years, has curated posts and enriched the NA writing, arts, and music communities through her work on the blog. Silvy has been instrumental in running WAM, photographing full galleries of works and creating some of the blog’s most detailed posts. She is also funny; her creation of the term “instag-WAM” and advocacy for the “WAM ram” as our official mascot are both examples of the many ways that her sharp wit and joyful spirit intersect. Silvy’s commitment to the arts and to helping others is so clear to everyone with the privilege of working with her and her contributions to the team have been vast and impressive. We will miss her!

[left to right]: Stella Gilbert ’22, Alison Bader ’20, Jamie Paradis ’20, Silvy Zhou ’21

Here are a few of Silvy’s own works on the blog:

Notre Dame Sketches—May 20, 2019

Sustainability DIY: Recycled Paper—December 17, 2019

And here are some key posts that Silvy has curated in her time as a WAM intern:

“The Laramie Project” Fall Drama 2018—November 1, 2018

Poetry Out Loud 2019—April 29, 2019

2019 Community Art Show—May 13, 2019

Poetry Week: Reviews and Recommendations—April 30, 2020

“She Kills Monsters” Fall Drama 2020—November 5, 2020

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Political Blog Post by Alum Sophie Gilbert ’19

Sophie Gilbert graduated from NA in 2019 and is now a sophomore at Northwestern University studying Sociology and Integrated Marketing Communications. Sophie serves as the PR chair of the Northwestern University Political Union, a nonpartisan political student organization. They hold weekly debates, discussions, and speaker events on political and global affairs. In her capacity as PR chair, Sophie wrote the below article entitled “Why We Shouldn’t Ignore Political TikTok.”


TikTok is primarily known for dances, trendy songs, and humor. However, just like any other social media platform, it has its own subcultures, and one of those is politics. Some of the users who make up political TikTok devote their accounts to discussion of political topics, while others just talk about them occasionally. Between them, a political corner of TikTok is thriving. We tend to brush off political TikTok as a joke—and sure, young people talking politics on an app primarily used for dances doesn’t seem that serious. But the unique features of TikTok compared to other social media platforms make its effect on political discourse worth looking into.  TikTok is very different from the internet politics many of us grew up on. Think back on your early days on the Internet, or wherever you might have first found a political community and learned about political issues. (For me, it was Tumblr in 2014. We don’t talk about it.) Young people on TikTok are experiencing those same things, getting exposed to political issues for possibly the very first time, on a completely different type of platform.


There are a number of features TikTok has that makes it a unique platform for political content. The nature of the feed itself serves as one example. While most social media platforms focus on a follower-generated feed, where you see content from the people you choose to follow, TikTok’s main focus is the For You Page: an algorithmically generated feed that shows users content from a variety of users, generally based on your interests, but not consisting of the users you follow. As such, TikTok has a more open structure than other platforms with more possibility for cross-partisan dialogue. If a user interacts with political content, their For You Page can show them content from across the political spectrum. Sure, a user’s feed will still be skewed towards their interests, and therefore perhaps their political leanings as well, but less so than on other social media sites where your feed consists of only people you chose to follow. In my own experience, although I only “like” political content that I agree with, I still continue to come across plenty of videos that I disagree with on my For You Page, which I see as a good thing. Additionally, this type of feed makes the political community easier to access both as a viewer and creator. Someone doesn’t have to be known as a political creator in order to post something political–they can just post one political video if they are so inclined,  and it will find its way to a community of interested viewers. Similarly, someone who does not usually follow political creators can still find political content due to the open algorithmic feed. 

Another feature unique to TikTok are duets and stitches. In a duet, a user can create a video response that plays side by side with an original video, and in a stitch, a user can make a video that tags onto the end of another user’s video, as a response. On other social media platforms, leaving a comment on a post is typically the most interactive level of communication. TikTok takes interactivity a step further by allowing video responses. These features allow content to be conversational, almost like a debate function. Two creators can debate back and forth, and outside perspectives can weigh in as well. Ideas can become far more fleshed out and nuanced throughout a video discussion between users compared to an argument that might occur in a comment section, which allows for much less time between somebody typing out their first thought and posting it. So, the conversational video format of TikTok allows for a thoughtful discussion between creators with different perspectives that is less likely to dissolve into personal attacks than a comment thread would. Furthermore, viewers can easily follow along with the discussion as it develops. 

Along with these video response features comes the central idea of TikTok–it’s a face-forward platform. While Twitter and Facebook are more text-based, and Instagram is photo-based but often conveys political ideas through infographics, TikTok content almost exclusively centers user’s faces talking to their cameras. So, for better or for worse, people’s political ideas are attached to their faces, almost as if they are a host or news anchor. There’s danger in peoples’ faces being attached to their content, as comment sections might become more about what a person looks like than the ideas they present. This format also sheds light on a clear difference between political content on TikTok and on other platforms–TikTok turns political posts into entertainment. Political ideas are packaged into a 60-second piece of content with a popular audio playing in the background. Different TikTok joke or audio trends can provide a framework through which a user explains a political concept, making these concepts accessible and easy to understand for those who aren’t as in the know.  Politics as entertainment on TikTok has its benefits and its detriments: on one hand, it makes politics more understandable for a younger audience, but on the other,  concepts may get oversimplified or over exaggerated for the sake of humor and brevity. All in all, the politics on TikTok tend to be accessible, but sometimes shallow. Ideally, TikTok could serve as an easy introduction to specific topics, and then users could follow up with their own research, but this likely isn’t the case for the average user. The distillation of political concepts into entertaining content is a double edged sword: accessible and fun, but also oversimplified and hyperbolic.

TikTok has created significant political communities which thrive when important political moments unfold. A New York Times article looked into activity on TikTok the week of the 2020 presidential election.  In interviews, teens explained that they preferred to watch election results come in on TikTok so that they could process them collectively. Unlike watching results on the news, on TikTok users have a community of people their own age  readily available to debrief with. For example, TikTok comment sections are a hub to process results collectively,  and users can check in on what their favorite creators think of every new development.  Political TikTokers communicated in group chats as the results unfolded, and political collectives, groups of popular political creators who join together under common beliefs, leverage their numbers to put on live events. For example, the Libertarian Hype House and TikTok for Biden (a group of almost 500 creators), live streamed throughout election night, updating users with results and providing reactions. Most of these influential political users weren’t even able to vote yet, but they had nonetheless fostered a community interested in staying updated on politics. 

Political TikTok might not seem that consequential right now, but that’s because it’s not affecting most of us–it’s affecting those who are growing up on the platform. Twenty-seven percent of TikTok’s users are ages 13-17, compared to just 9.6% for Twitter. Due to the unique features of the app compared to its predecessors, it will be interesting to see how TikTok shapes the political beliefs and discourse of the next generation of social media users. The cross-partisan, open structure of the For You Page has the potential to make people more open to hearing different opinions, and through duets and stitches they’ll learn how to argue for their side as well as hear what the other side has to say. On the other hand, young users who grow up used to politics as entertainment might shy away from drier news sites that contain more facts, but less humor and face-to-face interaction. All in all, we shouldn’t ignore political TikTok just because it’s TikTok. The nature of the app itself makes this phenomenon worth observing. 

Check out this article and more from Political Union here.

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Research Websites by 6th Graders

This year, 6th graders compiled their social science fair projects into comprehensive Google sites, covering complex topics and historical events such as like the emancipation proclamation and segregation. Hope you enjoy the projects and learn something new!

Hildana Gezahegn: https://sites.google.com/newarka.edu/littlenineheroes/home

Emily Lim: https://sites.google.com/newarka.edu/tapevhurleytheroadtosegregatio/home

Aiden Solotoff: https://sites.google.com/newarka.edu/the-proclamation-of-freedom/home

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WAM Intern Application 2021–2022

UPDATE: Deadline extended to 11:59 PM on Sunday, May 9, 2021.

The Writing, Art & Music blog, affectionately known as WAM, is a forum for NA students, staff, faculty, and alumni to share creative work and support one another. WAM offers a noncompetitive, judgment-free place to enjoy each other’s artistic adventures, from first drafts to award-winning work. To date, posts include drawings, paintings, photographs, sculptures, films, short stories, poems, memoirs, letters to the editor, op-eds, theatrical and literary performances, instrumental and vocal music, DIY tutorials, and more. The in-house blog typically publishes two posts per week, while the public blog usually features one.

WAM interns scout out NA’s hidden artistic talents, conduct interviews, write blog posts, encourage members of the NA community to submit, and occasionally contribute their own creative work. They also manage the blog’s Instagram and email accounts, create monitor ads, edit an annual WAM highlights reel, and gain skills in using WordPress to publish the blog and Asana to manage tasks. Opportunities may also be available to create content for the creative writing blog. Interns are expected to attend a weekly half-hour meeting and spend an additional hour per week on WAM-related tasks. Feel free to reach out to any of the current interns (Silvy Zhou, Stella Gilbert, Albert Zhou, and Navyaa Jain) with questions.

There is currently one opening for a WAM intern. Students currently in grades 8 or 9 are invited to apply. If you are interested in applying, please answer the following questions and email your application to Flannery James by 11:59PM on Sunday, May 2, 2021. New interns are expected to attend WAM meetings beginning in late May and continuing throughout the 2021–2022 school year.

  1. Describe your prior experience/interactions, if any, with WAM. Why do you want to join WAM? (150 words max)
  2. Propose a potential WAM post. It could be about any creative project, event, or piece of art that you’ve encountered recently at NA—think art exhibits, plays, class assignments, dance recitals, etc. Or it could be something smaller—an interesting doodle by a classmate, a poem read at a coffeehouse. Whatever you choose, write a short description of the creative work, followed by a short explanation of why you believe this piece would be a good fit for WAM. (150 words max)
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Interview with Michael Pyo ’22, Founder of Living Zine

WAM was recently able to interview Michael Pyo ’22, founder of Living Zine, allowing us to gain insight into his inspiration and creative process in developing his zine.

What was your inspiration for creating Living Zine?

Living Zine started as my creative response to COVID-19 during the quarantine. When my busy personal life came to a halt, I had two choices: to be depressed or to utilize an opportunity to connect with the broader community of young people who have so much creativity in their lives. I believed I could collect pieces created by talented youth and give them a platform to publish their work. I was so encouraged by the response I received from communities, artists, writers, and creators worldwide, from California to Australia. I wanted to give underrepresented voices a platform to share their feelings and opinions through creative means, which resulted in a diverse community of creatives. 

How did you come up with the name?

I came up with the name Living Zine through some philosophical thought: what does it mean to be alive? I reflected a lot about this question during quarantine and wondered if being stuck at home was truly me living life to the fullest. I created this zine to energize young creatives who had no outlet or platform to express themselves. I decided to name the zine Living Zine to highlight the complex nature of young human life- the fulfilling, or not so fulfilling, journey of self-identity, growth, and development. 

What kind of art do you feature and who can submit?

Living Zine accepts all forms of art, writing, and photography, which include: sketches, paintings, digital art, collages, poetry, prose, short stories, articles, and everything else! To submit your work for consideration, you must be in graduate school, college/university, high school, or middle school. Since we are an international publication, anyone from around the world is eligible to submit their work. 

Is each issue centered around a theme?

Yes! Each issue is centered around a given theme that is chosen by the executive team of Living Zine. The theme for Issue 01 was “Retrograde,” which was a fun throwback to the ’70s. The theme for Issue 02 was “Migration,” which focused on topics ranging from immigration to personal development to the migration of animal species. We chose to center issues around a theme to give contributors inspiration and some structure to their work! Issue 03 is currently in the works, and the theme is “Bloom.” 

Where can I find Living Zine and view it?

To view a copy of the zine issues, feel free to contact me (mpyo22@newarka.edu) for a PDF. We do sell both digital and physical copies of the zine on our website. If you would like to follow Living Zine on Instagram (@livingzine), that would be awesome! If you would like to submit your work or join our team of over 200 people, feel free to email me as well! 
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“Duck in a Fountain” Photography by Dr. DiBianca

Recently, Dr. D came across a duck resting peacefully in a school water fountain. Compelled by its whimsy, he took the following photographs:

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Hamlet Magazine by IB English Students

After reading Hamlet in Ms. Nwokedi’s IB English SL class, students were assigned to make creative projects to be presented at a Shakespeare Showcase open to the public. Juniors Lucy Alaeto, Stella Gilbert, Meredith Janay, Arwen Schnieders-Smith, and Wyatt Shiff created a magazine entitled “Tragedy Digest,” even going so far as to physically print and bind magazines to be displayed and distributed at the showcase. Their work is visible in pdf form by clicking the “Download” button and is also featured in images below.

Cover page

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Chocolate Poetry Competition Winners

On February 24th, Newark Academy celebrated its annual Chocolate Day. Among the Chocolate Day festivities was a chocolate poetry competition. Andrew Zabelo ’21 won first place, with Oliver Adelson ’21 in second! The two winners received large chocolate prizes as a reward for their poetic triumphs!


The Cocoa Curtain

Andrew Zabelo

Chocolate trouble was a’brew

Of cocoa countries, existed two

Whose mights were strong and flavors grew

The Milks and Darks, spread lies untrue

“Milk is best, and Dark is plain”

Or “Dark has zest, and Milk is pain”

Tensions mounting, enemies slain

Their doctrines’ efforts were in vain

Cocoa police patrolled the streets

Opposing recipes fiercely beat

Confections recalled when peace was sweet

While both world powers embraced deceit

Then came a day in ‘89

When Milks and Darks erased the line

East and West, so long confined

Rejoiced, as their sweet city recombined


Ode to Chocolate

Oliver Adelson

O Chocolate and its everlasting bliss!

I sing of kit kats, hersheys, and the rest.

T’consume’s to feel consumèd by the best.

And oh, how I would be all too remiss

If I did not give praise to many Swiss

And Belgian Chocolates I admire, lest

There should exist a soul that could contest

There’re too few types to fill life’s vast abyss.

Although ‘tis true my heart will always beat

For chocolate, it may cause the beat to cease.

But nonetheless, I shall pursue the treat

And act on each desire, be it caprice,

Or love, or the result of great deceit.

May this delight go on and not surcease!


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Community Art Show 2021 — “The Nature of Things”

Last month, the Teiger Gallery was filled with art submitted by the students, teachers, parents, and alumni of the NA community. Here are a few highlights from the exhibit, photographed by James Worrell (faculty). The full photo gallery of the exhibit can be found here.

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“Good TrouBull” by Albert Zhou ’22

Below is Albert Zhou’s ’22 Month of Action art submission depicting the Year of the Ox. The title for this piece was inspired one of the themes for this year’s Month of Action:

Never, ever be afraid to make some noise and get in good trouble, necessary trouble.

– John Lewis, Former US Representative
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MOA Posters by Public Health Group & Healthy Body Healthy Mind

This school year, the month of action team held a “Call for Artists” exhibition in which they asked clubs to submit artwork and posters relating to their clubs’ events for the month. The following posters were designed by Public Health Group and Healthy Body Healthy Mind to discuss mental health, their intersecting topic. Check out their amazing posters highlighting the importance of discussing mental health!

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Prose Poem by Molly Lindstrom ’21

Misunderstood 

I was never in it for the claustrophobia, the sequined and fluffy costumes, the miscellaneous water bottles and bobby pins, the too red lipstick, the painful false eyelashes, the even more painful false smiles, the acrobatics, the jazz walks, the never-ending fouette turn sequences,   the bitter glances from the wings, the favoritism, the mosh pit energy of award ceremonies. This is not dance. Dance is not a competition. It is story-telling. Musicality. Eye-contact. Relationships. Impulsivity. Freedom. Dance is an art. And I, an artist. 

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Poetry by Olivia Madreperla ’21

Enjoy this collection of poetry, written by Olivia Madreperla ’21.

Sanity is a fleeting thing

Sanity is a fleeting thing
Like a susurrate in the night
A guttural bellow to the moon
The residue of a supernova

Sanity is a fickle thing
Like unrestrained gossip
Words thrown about carelessly
Salted tears for an inconspicuous lover

Sanity is a futile thing
Like prayers to a false lord
Torn knees from unrelenting worship
Ambitions. Of tranquil conflict

Sanity is a fleeting thing
Insanity shall forever last
Untitled/Sanity is a fleeting thing pt.2
’Twas a ghost I saw in the underbrush
Lucid like a white sheet
Thrown carelessly about the moon
Floating, restless, unhinged

HE is not meant for this place
Something has tied him here
An intangible knot
A restless vassals attached to the shore

What he seeks, I know not,
But his eyes are void of passion
Anger and melancholy betwixt
Pupil’s black pearls of glassy emptiness

His face rises towards Lady Luna
Knees torn of their suppler flesh, he falls
He begs her, he pleads with screaming silence
But she does not respond
I Died Today

I died today
Or so they say
Not another dawn
Not another day
Dancing in deaths -disarrays-

I died today
Or so they say
His hand outstretched
Rough, a tree’s collar
Reaching, pulling me astray

I died today
My funeral, my way
Flowers wilting patiently
They never planned to stay
Or so they say
I Felt a Sigh Coming On

I felt a sigh coming on
An overwhelming urge
To breath out-
To let go-

Unmoored is thy breath
Unscarred, undone
Empress of the wind
I felt a sigh coming on.
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Film Review by Leila Mullally ’21

Leila wrote this review of “Bombshell” for Ms. Mahoney’s Film Studies class.

Bombshell: An Expose of America’s Patriarchy

Bombshell is an intense and powerful film that dives deep into what America has become focusing on power, sexism, and empowerment. From fierce make-up to perfect costumes, there is nothing left up to imagination to showcase the characters. This 2019 drama was directed and produced by Jay Roach, an incredibly talented American filmmaker. Roach’s genre of films varies; furthermore, he is known for directing the Austin Powers film series, The Campaign, All The Way, and Game Changer. Although these films are quite different, the star-stacked cast and beautiful cinematography remain the same. Jay Roach impressively produced a raw and emotional film that tells the true story of three compelling, dynamic, and influential women while they battle the harsh world they work within. Bombshell allows men and women of all ages to see the alarming amount of stress women involved in politics and media constantly go through. 

With 52 nominations and 21 wins, Bombshell features leading role actress Charlize Theron as Megyn Kelly, supporting role actress Margot Robbie as Kayla Pospisil, and supporting role actress Nicole Kidman as Gretchen Carlson. These three powerful female icons helped further reveal how witty, ambitious, and authoritative these news anchors were to stand up to sexual harassment in the workplace. In the 2020 Oscars both Charlize Theron and Margot Robbie were nominated for best performance by an actress in a leading role and best performance by an actress in a supporting role. Many critics may say Jay Roach picked too many celebrities to star in his film but I think this cast led to more attention and better performances to enhance the meaning of the film: Selling yourself, seeing the truth, and standing up to the patriarchy. 

Bombshell tells the true story of the sexual harassment scandal that took down Roger Ailes, the head of Fox News and and the toxic atmosphere he presided over at the network. The film is based on a true story but is a mix between fiction and non-fiction. Roach uses a mix of real and fiction characters in Bombshell. It starrs Russell Crowe as Roger Ailes who was being accused of sexual harassment claims and his subsequent ousting from the network. Within Bombshell, Roach focuses specifically on three women that work for Fox News. Two women who have previously accused Roger Ailes of sexual harassment, former Fox News anchors Megyn Kelly and Gretchen Carlson. Robbie plays a fictional character named Kayla Popsisil, who is a Fox News associate producer who was also sexually assaulted. In an interview, Margot Robbie gave insight about her character in the film: “Kayla is an amalgamation of many women’s stories, and some of the specifics you see in scenes with her are taken from real-life interactions those women experienced,” Robbie told Entertainment Weekly.  Margot Robbie does a fantastic job portraying Kayla, but it is important to note that this character is fictional. Although allegations of sexual misconduct against Ailes date back to 2014, the film focuses on 2016, when news anchor Gretchen Carlson brought a sexual harassment lawsuit against Ailes. Megyn Kelly who would also go on to accuse Ailes of similar behaviour in 2016. Roach also dives into “Team Roger” and the fear he instilled in all of his employees. In an interview with Gentlemen’s Quarterly, Roach says, “If a woman spoke up about the harassment she was experiencing by Roger or Bill O’Reilly, that there would be a concerted effort to investigate her, find ways to attack the credibility, and [even] smear her character”. The amount of detail Roach incorporates is astonishing. 

Bombshell won the Academy Award for Best Makeup and Hairstyling which is very prominent seeing how each character looks like the real person they are portraying. Each costume and makeup looks make the characters fit into the business world that they are in; they do not stand out but still look fantastic. Roach’s choice to focus on makeup and hairstyling adds to the believability of the film. It also points out how women in the news industry were expected to look because of stereotypical norms. In the beginning of the movie Kayla (Margot Robbie) is told to only wear dresses and skirts to show off her body. But by the end of the film that blatant sexism is broken down. Jay Roach used cinematic techniques to show hope, despair, and darkness using color, lights, shots, and angles. He chooses to use many close-ups to exaggerate and point-out facial expressions. This allows us to see tears stream down actresses’ faces and the fear in their eyes when they see Ailes. Bombshell also has many two-shot scenes within the film to display relationships and power dynamics. Roger Ailes is seen higher to suggest his power over the women during the entire film until his downfall. A very powerful scene shows all three women in the elevator together in one shot to show the jarring and relentless work environment that was created and cause chaos between the women in Fox. Each woman is the same height in this shot and at the same angle to suggest that they are all fighting this battle but not together. Roach also used prosthetics to further make the viewers remember this is based on a true story. In the interview with Gentlemen’s Quarterly, Roach talks about his decision to use prosthetics, “So you’re of course going to try to deliver that experience. We also use a lot of archival footage of the actual people who were part of it. All of that adds up, I think, to the audience being able to just lose themselves in the story”. Using prosthetics and makeup created a layered performance that captured the audience to feel for each character. 

Bombshell is similar to Just Mercy, a drama produced by Destin Daniel Cretton in 2019: An insightful and impactful film that exposes the corruption of the judicial system and of America. American drama films are becoming even more popular and evident in today’s time to open a window into real events to stop ignorance. These are extremely relatable films for many people to watch as well. Bombshell helps spread awareness about the MeToo movement and the impact it has on women. This film did a phenomenal job at keeping the gravity of this situation while making it appropriate for viewers to watch. This film not only gave me knowledge but also evoked a strong emotional reaction of hope, strength, and support. Jay Roach should be applauded for telling this story in a beautiful cinematic experience. 

Sources:

https://www.gq.com/story/jay-roach-bombshell-interview 

https://ew.com/movies/2019/12/13/bombshell-margot-robbie-interview/ 

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Earthenware Art by Lauren Freed ’22

Lauren Freed recently won a Scholastic Silver Key Award for her earthenware pieces, titled “Environments.” Lauren’s work has been featured on WAM before, but now her art is accompanied by pages from her sketchbook which outline her inspiration, process, and reflection. Enjoy!

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Painting by Samantha Witt ’22

“How Many Licks Does It Take” by Samantha Witt
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Photography by Lola Cantillon ’23

“Shadows”

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Film Review by Chris Mulligan ’21

Chris wrote this review of “Uncut Gems” for Ms. Mahoney’s Film Studies class.

Not Your Typical Adam Sandler Movie

Adam Sandler is a world-wide favorite comedy actor for many. He has come to perfect the “kid in a man’s body” type of comedy which is especially seen in films like Billy Madison or Happy Gilmore. Most of Sandler’s movies are comedies and are goofy and uplifting so it was surprising to see a side of Sandler never seen before.

Adam Sandler plays Howard Ratner, who’s a fast-paced, adrenaline-filled gambling addict and jewelry store owner. His store is located in New York’s diamond district in Manhattan, and it is small—the size of a one bed hotel room, with two doors separating Howard and the outside world. Both doors require a buzz-in for the person to get into or out of the store which gives Howard a lot of power in terms of who can come in. With debt piling up and time running out, Howard decides to buy this Ethiopian opal. The opal is gorgeous, revealing most colors of the rainbow, and claiming to have supernatural powers. Howard explains how he feels connected to the opal because all of these Ethiopian Jews spent months digging it up and he is Jewish as well. 

Planning to put the opal up for a million dollars at an auction, Howard’s plans get sidetracked by one Kevin Garnett, a basketball superstore and legend, which is played by himself. After Howard is originally introduced during his colonoscopy, he returns to his store to find Kevin Garnett and some of his friends in Howard’s shop. Howard takes advantage of that time that Kevin Garnett was in there, and takes him back into his office to show him his newly acquired Ethiopian opal. Howard explains his connection to the opal and what he plans to do with it. Kevin Garnett is instantly in love with the opal. He asks Howard if he could borrow it as a “good-luck charm” for his Eastern Conference Finals match up. Reluctantly, Howard agrees but tells KG he will need it back for the auction and that he wants Kevin’s championship ring until he returns the opal. As the deadline for the auction approaches, Howard struggles to communicate with Keving Garnett and barely gets the opal back in time for the auction. Garnett planned to buy the opal at the auction but things went really south when Howard’s cousin began to press Howard about the debt he owed him. Howard finally ends up selling Keving Garnett the opal for 200 grand. Howard then uses that money to place a parlay on Kevin Garnett in Game 7 of the Eastern Conference Finals, instead of paying back his debt to his cousin. Howard is expecting to pay off big, by winning close to $1.2 million. At this point, it’s win or die for Howard.

The thing with Howard is: he is such a hateable character. Pimp-dressed with a money-filled mind. He has a wife and children that he does not care for or really see at all. He is in love with his mistress. Both he and his mistress are gold diggers which is why they work so well together. Howard is never satisfied with the money he has. He is always looking ahead to pay off big. Always using the money he just made to make more even with the risk of losing it all. His addiction to gambling is the downfall of his life. Howard is a hustler and this movie feels like an adrenaline-filled hustle with its pace and tone.

Even though Howard is such a hateable character, the Safdie brothers make the viewers feel for Howard and actually come to like him. Howard always has a plan or a big idea to make a lot of money or to work everything out. Every time he executes these plans, something goes sideways and the further you get into the movie Howard falls further into his hole of debt and danger. Howard’s personality is shitty and awful but for some reason the viewer wants to see what happens and if these gambles and risk will make him or break him. The movie is shot in Manhattan and has familiar faces such as Kevin Garnett, The Weeknd, and Mike Francesa, which for me, makes the film feel so real. Also I am used to the goofy side of Adam Sandler and all the other reviews or videos I watched talking about his acting in this film, compared to his performance in Punch Drunk Love. I had never seen Punch Drunk Love so this was the first time I was seeing the dark humor and range of acting abilities Adam Sandler has. It blew me away and I fell in love with this movie. I thought it was his best acting performance out of all of the movies I have seen of Adam Sandler. The ending did not sit well with me but I won’t spoil anything. Overall, I fell in love with Howard and the film.

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Painting by Selah Dungey ’22

Enjoy this painting by IB Art student Selah Dungey!

“Shark Reflections”
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NA Student Council Amateur Classes: Baking

Towards the end of our remote learning period, student council hosted amateur classes based on our master classes from June Term. In the baking class, food club teamed up with Claire Waskow ’23 and baked oatmeal cookies over zoom. Here are some photos from the class!


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“Pandemic Puppies” by Lily Sternlieb ’24

Read freshman Lily Sternlieb’s touching reflection on the events that strengthened the connections within her neighborhood.

Pandemic Puppies

We used to have block parties. Kids rode scooters clumsily up and down the streets, their rusty wheels creating more sparks than the semi-illegal fireworks sputtering in the July sky. Three plastic tables cringed under the weight of slightly overcooked barbeque and charred hot dogs. My mom’s fruit salad lay off to the side with a dozen types of multi-colored fruit cut into the same symmetrical blocks, like an edible deconstructed Rubik’s Cube. Our dads sipped out of sweating beer bottles, blasting Ozzy Osbourne and Bon Jovi. We played manhunt and hide and seek, the grass slapping our ankles and exposed feet, our shrieks of laughter overpowering even “Crazy Train”. Some of the older kids played basketball in the back, threading the ball between their legs and through the hoop. I think in those days I really considered my street family. 

Especially one neighbor, Mrs. L. Her house and mine were oddly tied to each other. Built with the same burnt bricks harvested from the rubble of an old hotel, the houses were designed and created as a pair, an idea which mirrored the childhood relationship between me and Mrs. L. In many ways, Mrs. L was like a second mom. She sewed me scarves in December with loose stitches and dime-sized holes. We assembled huge blanket forts in her son’s bedroom, held together by tan scotch tape and thousands of safety pins. After school, I danced to The Beach Boys and The Beatles in her kitchen, and once accidentally slammed into the corner of a cabinet at elementary eye level. After my “serious injury”, Mrs. L carried me from her front door to mine, a distance of thirteen steps, with an ice pack and a Party City eye-patch. When my mom became upset or my dad yelled, my parents would find me several hours later watching Sixteen Candles and American Idol reruns with Mrs. L.

However, as my schedule grew busier, filled with Saturday baseball practices and Tuesday guitar lessons, and as my mind became consumed with school and social cliques, I forgot that we needed each other; I forgot that I needed Mrs. L and the rest of the street. We all found new people to confide in, to dance with, to circulate and spin within our own orbits. The neighborhood, Mrs. L and I left one another behind, turning our attention inward, consumed with our own lives and future. Thus, the separation began. 

Then there was the 2016 election. Down our one long fissured road in the center of town, information about people’s political affiliation and opinions raced through red lights and stop signs, all to reach others’ ears and iPhones. Overnight, my neighbors, the town, and I knew the preferred party and candidate of each adult and child. Cars were soon covered with Democrat or Republican bumper stickers, a whole road of mobile political porcupines. Our free flow of ideas and perspectives solidified into hard inflexible rods planted firmly and stubbornly into our minds, or rather our lawns with campaign signs.

As a kid in elementary school, I didn’t understand Obamacare or the intricacies of the electoral college. The extent of my education in politics was watching “Schoolhouse Rock” videos in history class. However, what I did understand, what we all understood, was that our parents were fueled with this anger, this passion for politics that invaded every conversation and car drive. Friend groups at school began to fall apart, parents’ ideological stances severing relationships between us. New lunch table seating arrangements were eventually determined based on the colors red and blue. No longer were we a community tied through similarities, but individuals unable to close the vast sea of our differences.

And then came the coronavirus. Our gradual separation from each other now became mandated isolation. There were no more mid-morning talks on the edge of lawns or rolling down of windows as the neighbor’s car slowed to a stop. Yes, these interactions had become more awkward, but they were welcome nonetheless. Now loneliness walked down our block, running through the overgrown grass, having its own party. The town was empty, our street was empty, and we were empty. Suburbia had finally turned silent.

Quarantine had rendered our schedules blank, our time endless, and the activities to fill said time very limited. We half-finished 500 piece puzzles and unsuccessfully executed recipes from cookbooks with stiff pages. However, nothing could satisfy our insatiable need to be preoccupied. Everyone on our street deeply desired a distraction, a project that posed a challenge to get consumed in, to fall into, to detract from the burning questions that quarantine had created.

And then came the barking. Little cries, yelps, and whines echoed in our houses and streets, filling the small pockets of silence. The steady absence of sound was replaced with curious grunts and displeased growls. Half dug holes in the ground began to litter our lawns, the dirt thoroughly combed of delicious little bugs and thin worms. Squirrels and birds waited tensely on top of trees, knowing that a new apex predator roamed the suburban wild. Now the roads were speckled with four-pronged paw prints and roamed by our furry new additions, the true catalyst for the block’s reunion: puppies. 

Our puppies, with their wiry fur and paper-cut teeth, pulled us together, tugging at their slippery nylon leashes, and slipping out of their velcro collars to reach one another. The dogs who walked beside us didn’t care about test scores, 9th grade rivalries, or whether our blood spilled toward the left or right, blue or red. They just wanted to have fun and meet other puppies. And they were persistent in their convictions too, sitting stubbornly in other families’ lawns and stumbling over concrete steps, all to claw pleadingly at neighbors’ white wooden doors. And as much as we all individually tried to steer our puppies to develop other canine interests, they were singularly focused on playing with and befriending each other.

So we saw more of our neighbors. There were Sunday playdates and early Monday morning walks. At first, we talked about our dogs, if they preferred peanut butter or Milk-Bones, whether they peed on the carpet or were scared of the mail. But slowly just as our puppies matured so did our conversations. We talked about local pockets of small-town stories and worrisome regional news. We discussed elections and debated what was the best diner on the Jersey Shore. Yes, we were standing six feet apart, but the truth was that 72 inches had been the closest our neighborhood had been to one another in years.

Mrs. L and I saw more of each other too. Our dogs had become best friends, sharing water bowls and matching Halloween costumes. Racing after each other, their floppy ears perked and backs arched, a ball of tousled black and combed white fur. Our puppies ran through the bushes, trampling flowers with their pink paws, communicating in their language of head tilts and nose twitches. The two dogs, both scruffy, small and sweet, became brothers, became family. And as a result, Mrs. L and I started to see each other differently. We talked about Molly Ringwald and pillow forts, about “Twist and Shout” and “Hey Jude” and about old memories and new stories. Slowly, I began to remember who I had needed and who I had forgotten. And I think Mrs. L did too. Our homes, created from the wreckage of something old, a parallel to our lives in more ways than one.

For almost a decade our families had been building up walls, lathering cement on top of slate, infusing memories and emotions into the brittle concrete, until our eyes were no longer able to see over the subconscious barriers we had created. Slowly we had let go of the people formerly so instrumental in our lives. So what was left in the wasteland of our minds were the bad memories, a picture painted only with shadows, rumors, and small mistakes. However, the puppies, with their wiggling tails and rectangular snouts, saw in color and with light. Our dogs brought down our walls, scratching at the plaster until their nails were raw and red, creating tunnels and passages underground with their short stubby legs and headstrong minds. Our street became undivided and borderless once again, a block reunited, tied through new experiences as well as old. And it’s all because of our mischievous, semi-exasperating, playful puppies. 

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Photography by Tess Kesler ’22

Here is some recent photography by junior Tess Kesler, a frequent WAM contributor. Enjoy, and feel free to leave a comment below!

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Ceramics by Kaya Patel ’22

In her Advanced Art class, junior Kaya Patel has made several ceramic pieces inspired by wildlife that she has seen on diving trips. Three of these pieces are shown below.

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Event Highlight: Paint-Along

In the second week of virtual classes after winter break, School Council partnered with several clubs to create Amateur Classes! These classes were hosted and attended by students, coming together to learn new skills and have some much-needed social time. One of these Amateur Classes was a Bob Ross-style paint along hosted by Stella Gilbert ’22 and Art Club leaders Kaya Patel ’22 and Lauren Freed ’22. Below are several beautiful paintings created from this class, as well as a picture of the full group!

The group showing off their final paintings
Example Painting (Kaya Patel ’22)
Meredith Janay ’22
Kaitlyn Chee ’23
Claire Waskow ’23
Stella Gilbert ’22
Lauren Freed ’22
Kaya Patel ’22
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Crochet Projects by Penelope Jennings ’22

Over the summer, junior Penelope Jennings taught herself how to crochet, creating dozens of crocheted creatures for her friends and family. Penelope looked up basic stitch videos on YouTube and practiced them until they looked right and made sense to her, building her skills until she was able to make the works shown below. Check them out and read the stories behind each one!


Pair of bees

“The small bee is the first project I ever made. I had wanted to learn how to crochet for a while, but seeing people making that bee on TikTok over the summer was what finally got me to learn… I then made the big bee during election night phone banking. I had seen people using that big soft yarn on Instagram and TikTok and I was really excited to finally make a project with it”


Two whales

“The little whale was the second or third thing I made and that was just because it was one of the first easy looking videos I found on Youtube… The big whale is one of the few projects I’ve made all in one sitting.”


Hockey players

“I made the Devils doll as a Christmas present for my dad because we’re big fans of the Devils and like watching hockey together. It’s the most complicated pattern I’ve made so far, definitely the trickiest one I’ve done with just a written pattern and no video tutorial… I showed pictures of my work to some friends and the Sabres doll was made for one of them.”


It’s been fun to see the progression in my projects just since July. I feel a lot more confident in what I’m doing and it’s a lot easier to visualize what each step of the pattern will look like when I actually complete it. Earlier I was really careful about following patterns exactly, but now I rarely follow them perfectly and feel great about modifying them to match what I want them to look like.” -Penelope Jennings, reflecting on her progress

Feel free to comment below this post and ask questions or respond to Penelope’s works!
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Visual Art by Lauren Freed ’22

Junior Lauren Freed recently made several pieces of visual art utilizing a range of mediums. Lauren’s works were photographed by Tess Kesler ’22 and are shown below.

Dragon
Lorifopolis
Pinnacles
Victory
RBG
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Personal Essay by Anonymous

Enjoy this touching anonymous essay reflecting on memories of the author’s grandfather.

Ghost

My grandfather seemed like a ghost to me. I never got to know him, he was seen around the house but he wouldn’t talk much, most of the time he would watch sports on the tv. Any sport was good enough for him, he would watch soccer, football, baseball, basketball, etc. He would sit in front of the television with food in his lap watching the games for hours. Sometimes I walk around the house and expect him to be sitting in that chair watching the latest football game with lots of food surrounding him but, that’s all I ever truly learned about him.

After my mom got the call we jumped into the car and raced to the hospital. We were told my grandfather had pneumonia. When we arrived we were told I wasn’t allowed to see him because I was too young but my mother snuck me in anyway. I didn’t know at the time but I think my mom knew he wouldn’t make it and thought I should have a chance to say goodbye. Holding my mother’s hand, I walked into the room. My grandfather had tubes sticking into his arms and machines beeping all around him. His arms were bruised from the needles and the slow healing process of an elderly man with diabetes made them look worse. He had dark circles under his eyes from countless sleepless nights and the overall picture was scary to look at. I hid behind my mother while he opened his eyes weakly and smiled. He greeted us quietly with a hoarse voice that was difficult to understand. We talked quietly for a bit, asking how he was and how school was going. It was just small talk. I got to say goodbye at least. I was ready to cry but I held it in until we had left. I had always thought my grandfather was invincible. He had so many illnesses but he always managed to be okay. It was only a week or two before we got the call. When my mother got the call she started crying, jumped into the car and sped to the hospital. I was confused, I didn’t realize what was happening. My little brother didn’t understand. We both looked to my Dad and he explained that our grandfather was gone.

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“The Ghost of Sugar and Stories” by Dina Drogin ’23

In “The Ghost of Sugar and Stories,” Dina Drogin ’23 writes a compelling and poignant reflection on baking with her grandmother.

Photo by Calum Lewis on Unsplash

Every Friday after school, I would ride my bike to my grandmother’s house.

I had a reserved seat at her dining room table marked by a plate with one piece of airy vanilla sponge cake on a place mat. I’d shovel dessert into my mouth while listening to my grandmother, Bubbe, tell stories weighed down by her heavy Yiddish tongue. Often before hitting the climax, my mother would call my grandmother’s phone and summon me home for dinner.

“Thanks, Bubbe,” I would yell behind me, flinging my legs over my bicycle seat, my belly and brain simultaneously digesting both sugar and stories.

Middle school activities clouded my schedule. By high school, the habit ushered a slow death. Though I would desperately try to force a moment designated to spending time with Bubbe, our dates were not the same as elementary school. She couldn’t gather the strength to measure several cups of orange juice, whisk a dozen egg whites to soft peaks, and carry thick batter in a bundt pan in and out of the oven; there was no more cake to complement her stories. “Can you write the recipe down?” I’d ask her, hoping I could recreate her famous dessert.

“I don’t have a recipe,” she’d reply. “A little of this, a little of that. Whatever looks right.”

Baking is a science. So, I arrived at Bubbe’s house early, hoping to observe and help her bake one more cake. Each measurement was carefully estimated and recorded in my recipe book.

I took my first cake out of the oven to reveal charcoal brown edges surrounding a liquid center. My second attempt, though the texture was the cloudlike fluffiness that resembled Bubbe’s, tasted more bitter than sweet.

Shortly after Bubbe’s deterioration of strength took away our cake eating dates, dementia left me wanting to extract stories that were buried deep in her brain, but seemingly forgotten. Mentally, she faded away, leaving the shell of a person I once knew.

I tried making her cake in the weeks leading up to her death, but was discouraged that it wasn’t how I remembered each Friday afternoon.

The day of Bubbe’s funeral, my heart was left hungry and my eyes were salty. I attempted to make the sweet sponge cake. This time with her strategy: “A little of this, a little of that.” My whisk felt guided this time, vigorously scraping the sides of the bowl, turning the batter into a whirlpool. Orange juice measured itself to imperfectly perfect measurements. Slipping the pan into the oven, it felt lighter. After forty five minutes, I had recreated the same dessert that rested on the plate in Bubbe’s dining room table. Stories flooded my brain, as if she was sitting right across from me.

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“Car Crash” by Selah Dungey ’22

“Car Crash” by Selah Dungey in Sharpie and watercolor.
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“The Coffee Shop” by Anonymous

Enjoy this heartfelt poem, an emulation of “Rain” by Jack Gilbert.

“The Coffee Shop” 
after “Rain” by Jack Gilbert
 
Suddenly this feeling. 
This absence. 
The tears gone cold
and dry.
A pathetic smile.  
 
I sit in our old coffee shop, 
staring at the empty chair across from me.
The hole you were supposed to fill. 
I press the mug against my lips 
but my coffee has lost its warmth. 
 
Next to me a window overlooks the once vibrant skyline,
Now submerged in a dreadful fog. 
The city beneath is as crowded as ever. 
The city that meant everything 
to you. 
 
Now 
suddenly
this absence. 
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Outdoors Club Contest Winning Photography by Kaya Patel ’22

Each year, Outdoors Club holds a nature photography contest. This year, the winner was junior Kaya Patel, who submitted three photographs from three different locations in nature.

Strokkur Geyser in Iceland
Kirkjufell Mountain

The Smoky Mountains in Tennessee
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Baking with Kayla Cohen ’21

Kayla Cohen ’21 bakes a purple cake in a light hearted video. Check it out!

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“Temporary Love” and “Jolene” Performed by LumeNAtion

Despite being limited to outdoor practices, LumeNAtion continues to make music and rehearse for ICHSA. Check out the video of their audition tape with soloists Haniya Cheema ’21 and Mikey Marcus ’21.


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“Distance” by Justin Gawron ’21

Blackness surrounds me.
Its inky tendrils filling every nook
and its razor teeth gliding in my retinas,
yet I welcome this foul beast
that wraps itself around my body
                              as I lie alone.


Blackness surrounds me,
the kind of rot that
                 (on other nights)
fills my brain with dark —
my head whirring in its own puddle of anxieties,
gears clogging with the oil too thick to aid the machinery,
tonight creating a blank canvas of sorts
onto which I paint a picture of you

and I am at ease


and despite the distance between us
I can still feel your arms
                              around my neck,
your hot breath beating
                              against my face,
your lips pressed
                              against mine,
        and the darkness convinces me
        that you’re really here.
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“The City That Keeps On Sleeping” by Jelani Dean ’23

Jelani reflects on quarantine in his poem “The City That Keeps On Sleeping”, which is composed of quotes from “A New England Nun”, a short story by Mary Eleanor Wilkins Freeman.

The City That Keeps On Sleeping

There was a difference in the look of the yard, slow and still

There seemed to be a gentle stir arising over everything, 

a very premonition of rest and hush

She listened for a little while with half-wistful attention 

It was a lonely place, and she felt a little timid

She gazed ahead through a long reach of future days strung together,

every one like the others

She felt as one looking her last upon the faces of dear friends

Robbed of their old environments, they would appear in such new guises that they would almost cease to be themselves

Sitting at her window during long sweet afternoons,

a veritable hermit shut out from society

She looked forward to freedom as the inevitable conclusion

However, she had fallen into a way of placing it so far in the future that it was almost equal to placing it over the boundaries of another life

She had a probable desirability of life:

“Some day I’m going out”

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“She Kills Monsters” Fall Drama 2020

Working within COVID-restrictions over the past few months, the NA theater department has put together a virtual production of “She Kills Monsters: Virtual Realms” by Qui Nguyen. This drama-comedy follows the story of high school senior Agnes after she loses her younger sister, Tilly, in a car crash. Agnes embarks on a mystical, fantastical journey through a game of Dungeons and Dragons.

The production process of this play was very new to everyone. Directed by Rachel Shapiro Cooper, with Co-director Lenora Parks, Zoom backgrounds drawn by Silvy Zhou ’21, and awesome costume pieces made by Wyatt Shiff ’22, putting this show together was a collaboration between artists from all corners of NA. Here are some behind the scenes highlights!

Costume sketches and hand-made costume pieces by Wyatt Shiff ’22.

Finishing up the final week of filming with Tech Director Joey Yow.

We hope you’ll join us for our online livestream this Saturday at 7pm, followed by a talk-back with the cast of the show!

“New Landia” Zoom background by Silvy Zhou ’21
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“As Any Mother Would,” Personal Narrative by Justin Baker ’24

The Hate U Give is a 2017 young adult novel, adapted into a movie in 2018. Justin reflects on reading and watching The Hate U Give with his family.

As Any Mother Would

It was the quietest car ride. My sister glared through the window, expressionless. My dad was depressingly slouched in the driver’s seat. My mom kept her hand over her eyes, appearing hopeless. While the voices in the vehicle were mute, our minds were flooded with thoughts and emotions attempting to digest what we had just watched. Any words to describe the movie felt unworthy and imperfect. A film so riveting that it made a seven-minute drive home feel like an eternity. Even after reaching our destination, everyone remained dead silent. Anger and sorrow and frustration and weakness accounted for few of the ways I felt that evening. But the worst part about it was that these feelings were nothing new.

My entire life, I’ve never been the fondest of reading, especially on vacation. One could tan at the beach, play games at an arcade, go out for ice cream, even visit a museum. The possibilities are endless, but what do you decide to do instead? Spend the next hour of your life staring at countless pages full of tiny words on them. It never made much sense to me, but my mom, of course, thought otherwise. “Alright, Jus,” she hollered from the kitchen of our AirBNB rental in Martha’s Vineyard. “Time to read,” she demanded, like any mother would. Though I rolled my eyes as far back as I could, I pleasantly responded with an “OK.” Pulling myself out of bed, I grabbed a new story that I was forced to get the week prior, titled The Hate U Give by Angie Thomas. I didn’t know much about the book, but after reading the synopsis, it was the only one I could find that drew my attention. Starr Carter and her tale of two worlds, which is somewhat relatable to the one I live today. I opened the book, and Page 1 of my rollercoaster journey had begun. 

For the first time ever, I discovered a story that I couldn’t put down. I found myself constantly yearning for more information, flying through 50 pages a day. It was as if I was a magnet; not only because I was so attracted to the book, but because I was connected to the characters on a physical and emotional level. In my interpretation, the story projects the message that we are stronger together, not divided. After being face-to-face with the fatal shooting of her childhood best friend Khalil, Starr experiences the pressures and varying opinions from both sides of her community. The way students from Williamson Prep, a predominately white private school located in the wealthy part of her hometown, perceive Khalil to be perpetuating the stereotypes placed on people of color in our society. Their overall perception can be summed up as, “A drug dealer who had it coming, eventually.” Then, there are those who truly knew Khalil. Those that remembered him as the loving individual that was only trying to provide for his family before he was shot dead in the street by One-Fifteen; a racist police officer who saw his hairbrush as a “weapon.” However, despite the overwhelming amount of evidence that the officer was guilty of murder, the grand jury decided to not indict him. At this point in the story, I was enraged, yet not surprised. As previously stated, this was nothing new. Black people not getting justice in America’s corrupt system is almost expected in our world today. During this moment, I possessed a dim light of hope, praying the grand jury would make the right decision, but subconsciously, I already knew the outcome. However, it was the sense of unity and togetherness after the verdict that made me fall in love with this story. Everyone working together to achieve a common goal is precisely what we need to improve our country for the better. After all, it is our country that we have to live in, so it is that in which we need to fight for. 

In the following days, after eagerly telling my family about the tremendous novel, my sister discovered that The Hate U Give movie was scheduled to come out a few weeks later. I begged that we go to watch, but luckily for me, it didn’t take much convincing, as my parents were quickly on board with the idea. “All your school work better be done by then,” my mom stated, like any mother would. Excitement rushed through my body, but little did I know the effect that it would have on each of our lives in the coming weeks. 

And we watched. Though I thought the impact of the book would go unmatched, the movie blew that out the water. The story being brought to the big screen easily allowed the viewer to truly picture what was going on. For me, being able to watch the tear gas rain on innocent protestors hit a little harder. Seeing an 8 year old, innocent black boy pull out a gun on his own family hit a little harder. But most of all, watching loving parents having to give their young, black children “The Talk” hit a little harder, because so did I. “Jus, keep your hoodie off. Jus, take your hands out of your pockets. Jus, always know how to speak to a cop, and keep your hands visible,” my mom would constantly remind me, and still does to this day. When I was younger, I never completely understood why she emphasized these things so much. What’s wrong with my hoodie? or Why can’t I keep my hands in my pockets? I thought to myself. But as I grew older, and I numbly viewed George Floyd and Eric Garner and Breonna Taylor and Philando Castile and Alton Sterling and Stephon Clark perish before my eyes just as Khalil did, I finally got it. African-American lives are not cherished in our society. Since the beginning of time, we have been stereotyped as criminals and savages. The system that our country is built upon today is practically modern-day slavery, as it is meant to reinforce discrimination and injustice that we have tried so hard to get rid of. For these reasons are why I tend to keep my hoodie off and my hands out of my pockets. Because the reality is that my mother has two black children. She loves both of us, like any mother would. She cherishes us, like any mother would. But, just like those in The Hate U Give, she fears for us and our futures, like any mother of black children would. 

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Portrait Sketches by Sophie Zhou ’24

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Junior Spirit Week Music Video – “Jukebox Juniors”

For this year’s Spirit Week, the juniors (class of 2022) were assigned the theme of Jukebox Juniors. Determined to win the grade video competition, Michael Pyo, Lucy Alaeto, Ethan Lee, Griffin Murphy, and Albert Zhou acted in a music video, which was directed, filmed, and edited by Ethan. Nikhil Kumra developed the beat while Lucy and Michael wrote the lyrics. The fruit of their efforts is shown in the expertly filmed video below, and can be found on Ethan’s YouTube channel (Eefam):

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Spirit Week Boards 2020

This year the Skiiniors, Jukebox Juniors, Secret Agent Sophomores, Fluorescent Freshmen, and Middle School Magicians competed for the Spirit Week win. One element of Spirit Week was the spirit board competition. Although the juniors were a close second, the seniors took the win on this one! Here they are:

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Acrylic Pouring by Alana Akiwumi ’22

Alana Akiwumi ’22 used acrylic pouring (fluid painting) techniques in her Advanced Art class to create the vibrant patterns and designs shown below.

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Poetry by Ms. Duszak and Ms. Fischer

Last summer, NA faculty members Kristin Duszak and Sarah Fischer participated in a conference around place-based learning, where they wrote reflective poems in the style of George Ella Lyons’ “Where I’m From” about their identity, their culture, and their stories.

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“Lean on Me” Choral Performance, Featuring NA Students, Faculty, and Alums

Recently, several current Newark Academy choral singers and alumni gave a virtual performance of “Lean on Me” in honor of Bill Withers, Lone Sailor Award Recipient and a Navy Veteran, at the Lone Sailor Honors Reception.

Performers included current singers Meredith Janay ’22,  Yasmeena Sharif ’23, Abhi Varadarajan ’23, and Yavan Vyas ’23, while alum Madeline Levinsohn ’19, Gabi Poisson ’17, and Christine Pan ’18 joined them, with NA Choral Director Viraj Lal coordinating the rendition. You can watch the full awards program below.

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Photography by Miles Mu ’23

Miles Mu ’23 likes to take landscape photographs and use different perspectives to enhance the scenes. Check out his Instagram: @miless.photos


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“NA at Sunset”, Photograph and Painting by Sadie Kim ’22

Sadie Kim ’22 captured a spectacular sunset at our beloved school in both her vibrant photograph and her impressive painting.

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Summer Artwork by Tess Kesler ’22

Tess Kesler recently made two amazing new art pieces: digital and physical! The first piece was made using the program Procreate and the second was painted with watercolors.

Bill and Ted
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Event Highlight: Chalk and Pops

On September 18th, the Upper School got together for the first council event of the year: Chalk and Pops! After getting some free ice pops, students created social distanced chalk art, listened to music, and enjoyed the warm weather. Photo credit to Tess Kesler ’22 and Kayla Cohen ’21, who took photos on behalf of the yearbook.

Parth Sarkar ’21
Jamie Shen ’24
Mikey Marcus ’21
From left to right: Ben Tolpa ’21, Ian Agkpo ’21 (in grey), Andrew Zabelo ’21 (in white), Jacqueline Rodriquez ’21, Jeffery Keys ’21, Parth Sarkar ’21
Michael Pyo ’22
Stella Gilbert ’22, Claire Waskow ’23
Dr. DiBianca
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Distanced Photoshoot and Other Photography by Gillian Cohen ’19

The first set of photographs, featuring Sangeetha, was taken by NA alum Gillian Cohen ’19 over FaceTime in April 2020. The second set features a mix of past photos Gillian has taken pre-quarantine. For more of her work, visit her website linked here or follow @gilraae on Instagram.


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“Transcript. 4/2/2021,” Short Story by Yasmeena Sharif ’23

This short story was written by Yasmeena Sharif ’23 for her English Class. It follows Nala Signia and her life in an alternate universe.


Transcript. 4/2/2021

This couldn’t be real – could it?  Out of all of the professions I could have picked out of this bag, out of all of them, I had to be a lawyer.  I would have given anything to be a songwriter; I had even practiced for days on end in anticipation.  I sighed.  Lawyers were rare, the rarest of all of the professions.  They were so rare, that I didn’t even know what a lawyer was, let alone if there were any other lawyers out there.  

“New York City, September 16, 2020.  Name: Nala Signia. Profession: Lawyer.”  He smiled at me.  “You’ll do a great job,” he whispered.  


My name is Nala Signia, I’m twenty-two years old, and I’m a lawyer.  Where I come from (Universe 13, of course), you are assigned a profession at the age of twenty.  It’s completely random, and whatever it is you pick is what you’re stuck doing for the rest of your life, whether you like it or not.  You said Universe 13?  What do you mean by Universe 13?  What do I mean by Universe 13?  It’s the – uh – universe I come from.  Universe you come from?  I don’t really know how to explain it.  You don’t know?  I don’t know how to explain it.  


I walked out of the banquet hall into the hallway, filled to the brim with shame.  I sank to the ground. How could this be?  I had been so confident, so very excited about the prospects of being a songwriter.  I had even calculated it.  I had a 97% chance.  With chances that high for this selection round, I had been almost certain I would get my dream, I would achieve my dream.  Inhale, exhale.  The ceremony was almost over, I could go home.  

The wheels on my bicycle turned and turned, and as I made my way to my cramped studio apartment, I paid close attention to the lives of those around me.  People were clearly identifiable by their professions, yet each so different from one another.  That’s what’s so lovely about New York, it’s so beautiful to see so many minds at work here.  

I turned the key in my apartment door, but to my surprise, there was an envelope forced under it.  I examined the red envelope carefully, even though I already knew what was inside. I opened it, and it had instructions for where I would be going the next day.  Great.


When you turn twenty, you are assigned to a profession.  It’s completely random.  You’re saying you have no free will?  Well, there’s free will, you randomly pick a job out of a bag.  The will is all yours.  That’s not how free will works.  Well, maybe that’s just not how it works for you. 


My alarm rang for what must have been the third time.  Shit!  I was already running late for my first day of work.  As I rushed to get ready, I had to wonder.  I had no idea what a lawyer was or even what they did.  I knew that everyone who had ever been a lawyer had to work in complete secrecy, work alone, live alone.  What kind of life was that?  Would I become such a boring person?

Even though I was running late, when I reached the office building, all I could do was look up.  Its sleek windows reached high up into the abyss that was the sky.  It must have been the tallest building out of all of New York City, but for some reason, I couldn’t remember ever seeing it before.  That was strange.  

Inside the building was one long, dark, bleak hallway.  I thought that there wasn’t anyone in the room until I noticed a short, stout woman sitting at the desk to the left of the entrance.  I signed in, her stoic, unblinking face staring back at me.  “The elevator’s that way.  Fourth floor.”  Her voice was cold and frigid, and I began to think that I had made a mistake.  She gestured down the hallway.  It was dark and unwelcoming, and I noticed that there were pictures lining the walls.  I stopped to examine one.  There were tiny gold engraved plates underneath the photo frames; with names and dates ranging back for three hundred years.  These must have been all the lawyers from the history of my world.  It was mesmerizing.  Standing at the elevator, I found myself staring at one picture in particular.   

It was of a woman, with long, dark, curly hair.  The only name listed for her was Sarai.  She was stunning.  When I looked at the date, it said 2018 – present.  That was the nearest date to the present I had seen so far, especially since it was only two years ago!  I wondered who she was. 


I remember my first day so clearly.  Once I got up to the fourth floor, I found myself immersed in this busy, bustling office.  In the midst of all the chaos and movement, was a clear desk.  It was like the calm in the middle of a storm.  For some reason, I knew that was where I belonged.  As I got closer to it, I saw my name on it.  I couldn’t figure out how I knew that was where I was supposed to go.  On the desk was a red envelope just like the one that had been pushed under my door.  And in it were the instructions.  The instructions?  It’s classified, I’m really not supposed to talk about it.   The company you worked for has collapsed!  You need to cooperate with the FBI on the investigation.  

What was in this envelope is beyond your mental capacity.  I’m not supposed to share it.  


The packet in the envelope was very thick and had an extensive amount of information.  Apparently, this company I was to work for trained lawyers in this world and sent them to an alternate universe, an alternate New York City, to solve their problems.  I tried to make sense of this.  How could it be that lawyers were sent to another world?  

“You look like you have many questions.  My superiors have told me about you for months.  You look somewhat – promising.”  I glanced up.  It was the girl from the picture in the lobby, Sarai.  

“You’re the..!” I stopped myself.  Breathe, Nala.  Breathe.  Inhale.  Exhale. “But I thought the selection process was completely random, how could they have known about me for months?”  I had spent months calculating.  Was I to believe now that all that was spent in vain?  That my destiny had never truly been for me to decide?

“You’re naive.  What you will learn, is that nothing in this world happens by accident.  Your selection was picked out for you a long time ago.  We hold all the strings.”  Strings?  What was she talking about?  


If you don’t talk, you’ll never get a plea deal.  I don’t want anything from you.  But I’ll talk, okay?  

After that first meeting with Sarai and the first day at the office, I trained.  I had to study books about the government, perfect martial arts, learn how to shoot a gun, read medical books, and take classes on teaching.  Lawyers don’t do those things.  I didn’t have your definition of what a lawyer is.  I just did what I was told.  It was strange though, I didn’t know anyone in any other profession learning about so many different topics.  It was really strange. 

Anyway, six months after I started working there, I took my first trip to your world.  Our world?  I’m from an alternate universe.  The job of lawyers is to come to your world and handle anomalies, take care of business.  What do you mean?  When people in your world get too powerful and begin abusing that power, they are eliminated.  We, the lawyers, were in charge of the elimination. 


She opened the door and stepped out.  Her red heels moved at such a fast pace, and I almost had trouble keeping up. The other world looked just like ours, just like our New York City.  But there were subtle differences – an “Ulta Beauty” where I was used to an “Ultra Beautee”  and a “Panera Bread” instead of “Paniera Bread Co.”.  It was so strange.  

We were here to talk to the governor of the state of New York, who had become abusive with his power and his wealth.  It was the first stage, the warning. This wasn’t Sarai’s first trip.  She had a 9mm pistol tucked in her skirt just in case, and my only job was to stand there and watch.  We had agreed that he would only be eliminated if he refused to cooperate.  

We arrived at the governor’s penthouse under the guise of working for the capital, and reporting recent news from the White House in Washington, D.C.  He opened up the door and immediately he collapsed.  I almost didn’t see it happen.  It was so fast, three shots to the head, just to make sure he was dead.  “Why’d you do that?  You know that wasn’t the-” Sarai turned, and directed the gun towards me.  I knew I didn’t have much time before she pulled the trigger.  So I ran.  


So what happened?  How’d you end up at the police station?  I ran.  I just ran until I couldn’t run anymore. This was the first safe place I saw, that’s all.   That doesn’t explain anything.  What happened to you, Nala?  How did you escape her?  She didn’t.  What?  What do you mean?  I guess she didn’t run fast enough.  

POW. POW. 

Remember, you can’t out-do me.  Anyone who gets in my way must be eliminated.  Click. 

This is the end of this transcript of a voice recording.  This is classified and property of the FBI.

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“Bite,” Painting by Selah Dungey ’22

Painting of a small black dog with its mouth open, teeth and tongue visible, on a blue background.
“Bite”
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6th Grade Choral Reflections

Throughout the past few months, remote learning has largely changed the structures of our art classes here at NA. In a class like choir, we are no longer able to be physically there with our friends and teachers, but singing together over Zoom can be just as meaningful. Mr. Lal has shared this padlet with some personal reflections from his 6th grade class, showing just how thoughtful and inspiring music-making has been for them!

“Our most recent assignment asked students to share a personal reflection on a few prompts that I created for them. The prompt was simple: Share a personal reflection on how not being able to make music in real-time with your peers has affected you — and off they wrote.”

Viraj Lal, NA choir director

Here is the link.

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PSA Posters by US History Students

For their citizenship project, sophomore US History students were given the option to create PSA posters to raise awareness about their topic. The posters showcased below, by Cassidy Wong, Sadie Kim, Kaya Patel, Alana Akiwumi, and Jessie Luo, are focused on topics including Chinese exclusion, xenophobia, nativism, marijuana, and gender discrimination.


Xenophobia by Sadie Kim ’22
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Excerpt from by Chopin Étude Op. 25 No. 11 “Winter Wind” by Albert Zhou ’22

The following performance is a short excerpt from Chopin Étude Op. 25 No. 11, more commonly known as the “Winter Wind” by Albert Zhou ’22.


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Rachel Glickman ’20 IB Art Exhibit

All of the artwork together.

Intro

Mixed Media on Canvas, 18 x 22in, October 2019
“I used the newspaper collage technique with everyday stories from the paper to emphasize the idea of creating one’s own story. This piece shows a female figure looking out onto the journey ahead as represented by the other pieces in my exhibit. The string in the figure’s hand ties all the exhibit pieces together to show the coherent story created by all of these experiences. I based this work off of artist Bob Montana’s cartoon style artwork, using a simplistic color palette and different sized black lines to emphasize certain elements of the figure.”

Tangala House

Acrylic on Canvas, 12 x 18in, November 2018
“This piece is based off of one of my travels to Livingstone, Zambia. I took this picture during a sunset, a sight my mother said most people only see once in a lifetime. This painting reflects the simplicity of life discovered in a dynamic and changing world. Although the stillness and calmness of these moments are short-lived, they are worth the time to appreciate these small moments.”

Underneath the Kitchen Sink

Acrylic on Canvas, 12 x 16in, December 2018
“I created this piece to reflect my time living in Switzerland during a year abroad. This piece displays a Swiss mountain landscape underneath a kitchen sink. The simplicity of the kitchen environment emphasizes the hidden Swiss landscape to show how elements of our experiences and journeys create what we think of as home. This piece incorporates the elements of René Magritte’s surrealist work with the use of placing certain objects into places they would not necessarily fit.”

The Elements of Home

Mixed Media on Canvas, 16 x 22in, December 2019
“This incorporates elements of family, where I’ve traveled to, and the place I call home into one piece. I used a letter my grandmother wrote to me before she passed away as the wallpaper of the room. The Wadi Rum landscape in the background speaks to how home consists of the places and people we have met throughout our lifetime, and what we take away from these encounters. The use of collage is inspired by artist Cat Delett’s technique.”

Wadi Rum

Oil Pastel on Canvas, September 2018
“This piece is inspired by my visit to Wadi Rum, Jordan. This place had a strong impact on me because of the surreal Mars-like element in this real-life place. This piece focuses on finding the surrealism within real life as these surreal elements in the natural world are closer to us than we think, and represent our ability to go explore what the world has to offer. I experimented with oil pastels based off of Ivailo Nikolov’s technique.”

Beyond

Oil Pastel on Sandpaper, 32 x 17.5in, February 2020
“This piece is based off of a photograph I took of a little boy looking out onto an Israeli desert. The little boy represents childhood innocence, and the way exploring the parts of the world unknown to a person develops who they are. I used sandpaper to create an textured base underneath this oil pastel landscape.”

Pieced Together

Digital on Paper January 2019, 11.7 x 16.5in
“My visit to a restaurant, Vandal, in New York City inspired this piece which signifies the end of a journey and returning from the outside world. The background sparks the imagination because, although the journey is over and the figure returns into the inside, the surreal and imaginative element from the journey still remains. The squares in the background create a dynamic element, and the different colored squares represent fragments from each part of the journey.”

But Where Did All the Time Go?

Mixed Media on Canvas, 18 x 22in, October 2019

“This piece incorporates a Canadian Rockies landscape and a road running through the middle of the piece with the words “But where did all the time go?” The road leads to the sky filled with stories from newspapers of everything going on in the world. This piece suggests that people become so caught up in everyday news and events that block people from experiencing and appreciating the natural world around us. So much of our time is occupied by these everyday events, which distracts people from the simplistic beauty of the natural world.”
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Sophia Emmanuel ’20 IB Art Exhibit

“Change Yourself; The World Will Follow” 

Digital Painting; 14 x 21.5in. January, 2020
“The news, stories, and first hand experiences of climate change are awful, and I knew I needed to create a commentary calling people to action. I painted and used pastels of vibrant colors to create an ideal version of what our world should look like, and I’m sure what it once did look like. The vivid landscape would be interrupted by the striking black and white image of a house and other man-made objects. From here we see small effects, but in reality, climate change is a much larger issue.”

Don’t Exclude Us

Digital Painting; 17 x 22in. February, 2019
“The intentions of this piece were to make a strong commentary on gay rights in the eyes of the Catholic church, and how we all just want to be accepted. Both religion and fighting for human rights issues are a huge part of who I am. People use religion to defend their hate, but I believe that the main message of God is to love everyone for exactly who they are. I decided to use art to work through this conflict. I was inspired by graffiti artist Viet Gossler for ideas and composition.”

Growing Love

Digital Drawing and Collage; 19 x 13in. November, 2019
“I created this piece from a song I wrote about love as people get older. The simple color palette and aged background emphasize the sophistication and how love becomes more complicated. Pieces project off the background to create multiple dimensions, or opinions. The words and notes on the heart do not perfectly align with the background and the pieces create different shadows, so each viewer sees the piece in a slightly different way to show that we all have different feelings and reactions to love.”

Moving in the Wright Direction

Digital Painting; 13 x 13in. September, 2019
“I have always been fascinated by how Architect Frank Lloyd Wright smoothly transitions from industrial materials to the natural world. I took inspiration from his house “Fallingwater.” This house perfectly intertwines nature and synthetic materials. To further the idea of combining organic and industrial images. I took a surrealist approach and created an image that could never exist in the real world; a metal staircase melting directly into the flowing water below.”

Our Problems are Smaller… 

Digital Painting; 13 x 18in. February, 2020
“Sitting in my window, looking out to the rest of the world, my problems fade away. The trees could be in perfect bloom on a summer day or bare during a frigid winter night, but picturing the grandeur of the world outside my window, my problems seem minimal. I recreated this scene to show that the problems of the world are much more important than any one individual. The general backyard and expansive sky show that we can take a break and focus on each other.”

Slipping Away

Ink and Paper; 20 x 20in. November/ December, 2018
“I wrote a song, “If Only I Spoke Up,” about standing up against drug abuse to inspire and help those suffering from addiction. The lyrics create the structure of the piano, the addict. They are slowly slipping away from reality and falling into an ambiguous dark mass. In their minds, the only thing left holding them up is the needle. The message is that substance is what is actually pushing them further away, and that simply reaching out could change their lives.”

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Senior Interns Spotlight: Alison Bader ’20 and Jamie Paradis ’20

In 2018, the WAM blog welcomed four student interns to work as a part of the team, helping to curate blog posts and organize outreach to the NA community. Senior Alison Bader ’20 has since then been a valuable contributor to the blog. She is a key contributor to helping the blog run, from photographing artwork to writing blog posts and soliciting submissions. Always bringing her radiant energy to the interns’ meetings with stories and anecdotes about her day, we will miss her greatly. Not only is she a contributor to the behind-the-scenes of WAM, but she is also an avid artist and writer herself! Here are some of her past works on WAM.

Jamie Paradis ’20 joined the WAM blog halfway through the 2018-2019 school year, after having already been involved with WAM through her submissions and her help with morning meeting announcements. Jamie has been an inspiration to us on the team, from her work ethic to her passion for environmental sustainability and the arts. On the blog, she has helped put together posts, connect with the NA community, and has done much of the hard work putting together our fall morning meeting montage. Also a writer, poet, and artist herself, here are some of her past works on WAM.

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“The Plague,” Short Story by Juliet Bu ’23

This short story from the perspective of Earth was written by Juliet Bu ’23 for her English class.


The Plague

In a galaxy not so far away…

There is no need for me to look in the mirror. I already know that my once gleaming blue and green skin is various shades of brown, and my dull eyes reflect the sadness and emptiness inside me. I miss my youthful days, where I was healthy and filled to the brim with all the energy in the universe. Instead, as the Plague grows everyday, and I get more and more sick and miserable. Despite my constant declining health, I must push through and do what I was made to do. Today is no different. When I wake up, I’m instantly bombarded by a fit of coughing. I gasp for air but it’s no use: I still feel like I’m drowning. This kind of rude awakening is quite common for me. The hike to my desk seems like a million light-years and I collapse into my office chair, barely able to stand, and definitely not able to start my job. What’s the point? I’m constantly working and somehow, the Plague is always one step ahead. The Ozone layer always has an unrepairable hole in it, there is always a lack of fresh water, there is always an overload of carbon dioxide, and there are so many other problems that I don’t have the energy to deal with. I feel like I’m constantly drowning in exhaustion. The Plague is slowly dragging me down, destroying my hard work, making it increasingly impossible for me to fix all the damage. 

At 4.543 billion years old, I’ve had my share of issues. Until a few thousand years ago, my biggest problem was some stray meteors. My job was easy and I lived a carefree life, dancing around the Sun. Then, the Plague came. I’ve had a scorching hot fever for a few million years, and I’ve had to work a billion times harder to fix the damage that the Plague has caused. What’s the point? It seems like the Plague is unstoppable, like an emancipated alien eating everything it can lay its hands on. It’s not like there’s a cure either. I used to talk about it with Mars, but ever since the Plague started infecting her too, she stopped talking to me. I mean, I don’t think that the Plague has infected her as much as it has infected me. Or at least I hope not. I wouldn’t wish this upon my worst enemy, not even Pluto! 

Today, I am especially drained. I turn on my monitor and the date flashes: it is April 30th, 2030. I glance at the numbers on my screen. My eyes widen in disbelief as I see that the carbon dioxide levels are skyrocketing. Because of this, the hole in the Ozone layer has expanded another 60 million square miles. The freshwater amounts have hit rock bottom, along with the oil levels and all the other resources that I had replenished recently. My monitor shows a blaring red alert. EMERGENCY! EMERGENCY! My eyes glaze over and my mind shuts down. There is no way I can fix this. After 4.543 billion years I am ready to succumb to the Plague.

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“Father,” Short Story by Yavan Vyas ’23

This short story was written by Yavan Vyas ’23 for his English class. It follows the journey of a slave through the Battle of Malvern Hill.


Father

Photo by Hasan Almasi / unsplash.com

“Life only gives you one thing from the start and you must cherish it. Whether by blood or water, never leave family behind.” My father’s voice echoes in my head.

Is this it? I think to my trembling self as I fall down to my knees. My hands are bruised from the unforgiving grip of my Springfield rifle. I miss the model ‘54 and the comfort I felt as it rested in my arms as a newborn rests in its mother’s. My family is gone and I fight in their memory. Bullets whiz by, forcing me closer to the wet ground below. Fumes from fired shots crowd my lungs making it harder to breathe with each passing second. The mud darkens my fabric to black, the color of my skin. The piece of shrapnel lodged in my side sticks out awkwardly, limiting my movement and coating my uniform with viscous blood. The smell of smoke along with the unmistakable scent of blood fills the air. A sharp ringing sensation has not stopped since the explosion. My head throbs as I realize what happened. The Napoleon cannon I manned, along with 5 others, was overloaded with gunpowder. One confederate cannonball was all it took. The explosion killed all the soldiers working with me and would soon claim my life as well. I take a long look at the smoke-filled battlefield around me and see the Malvern courthouse in the distance. A symbol of what I fight for: justice. Maybe I should close my eyes? Yes… that sounds nice. As my heavy eyelids fall, a single memory comes back to me. 

I am back in the old wooden barracks where we had slept nearly twenty years ago. We would wake at crack dawn with the cawing roosters. Everyone, including the children, was to work in the cotton fields from dawn till dusk. Sleep would only bring nightmares of whips and searing hot metal. Waking up only reminded us of the endless hours under the scorching sun to come. 

Only the sight of my son, Johnny, would put me at ease. His breath would comfort me as he lay in my arms. The sunlight grazed over his face as he slept soundly. Just before he awoke I would pretend to be asleep and have Johnny wake me up with the same words as always. What were they again?

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“We Fall in the Darkness,” Short Story by Elena Koestel ’23

The following story by Elena Koestel ’23 was written for a unit in her English class, focusing on a fantastical narrative of a young woman named Lucia.


We Fall In The Darkness

Photo by Koshi Nishijima

“I was one of those stupid kids, you know.”

“Well you’re here alive today, so I don’t think you were,” Lucia replied, as she drew the curtains in the hospital room closed, blocking out the too-bright lights from the street outside. The only remaining light was the yellow hue from the lamp in the far corner.

The older man lying under the clean white sheets of the hospital bed chuckled, but when Lucia turned around his face was pulled into a slight frown.

“Señor Santos?” she asked, pulling away from the window.

“I’d barely call this alive,” he joked before sobering up again. “No, I mean I was one of the stupid kids that dared them to go into El Bosque.”

El Bosque, the forest that surrounded the entirety of Lucia’s home, Arabol, was nothing but an easy path to death. Lucia had been aware of this fact from the moment she was born, courtesy of the many strides the government took to warn everyone, but especially children, of the dangers of simply getting close to El Bosque. People had been disappearing since forever; children too curious to stay put and adults too confident to believe they couldn’t make it through. At one point, the government realized a few simple caution signs weren’t going to work— more and more parents were coming to them crying about lost sons and daughters— and they began building the fence. 

A project that started more than 60 years ago, the fence was a towering and completely electrified steel web completed by Arabol’s best engineers and electricians. The leader of the electric team was none other than Roberto Santos, now an old man confined to a hospital, though his normally cheery demeanor would easily fool anyone.

“Señor Santos, you were what, nineteen at most?” Lucia said. “It was not your fault, people make their own decisions—” 

“Ah, spare me the nice words mija,” Roberto cut in, “Tell me how bad my condition is and then let me sleep.”

Lucia huffed at the impatient tone but inwardly smiled, glad to see her patient back to normal. 

“I already told you yesterday, they’re doing the last checks on the cure and then it’ll be safe for use. You’re going to be back up and healthy in a few weeks,” she answered, checking Roberto’s vitals and writing them down on her clipboard.

“Yes, yes, well let me remind you that the last time you said that, your so-called ‘cure’ failed the safe-use test. I might have more luck surviving in El Bosque than in this hospital!” he mock-complained.

Every night, Lucia and Roberto would get to this point in their conversations, and every night Lucia would ignore his theatrics and tell him to have a little bit more faith.

“Get some sleep Señor,” Lucia said before turning off the light. 

“You too, Lucia. Thank you,” Roberto managed to say before the door closed.

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Theater Week: 8 Movements by Meredith Janay ’22

Below is a short, 40-second video by Meredith Janay ’22, done for an acting assignment. It is incredible how many elements of story-telling can be packed into such a short video, while also conveying so much depth and context!

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Theater Week: 10-minute play by Lucy Alaeto ’22

This post was written by guest blogger Yihun Stith ’22. Interested in guest blogging for WAM? Email wam@newarka.edu.

For the past few weeks the Intermediate Acting class, composed mainly of sophomores, have been writing their own 10 minute length plays. They all contain one motif that can be commonly found around most houses. The following piece is by sophomore Lucy Alaeto. This play follows a family dinner in which Chidozie, a gay 20 year old man of Igbo heritage, and his religious father, Chiemeka, break out into argument over Chidozie’s sexuality. The story tackles multiple issues, such as family, sexuality, and manhood. Besides the play’s ability to deal with mature topics, it also sporadically uses the Igbo language to increase the realism within the story. Later this month there is a possibility that this play will be performed over Zoom. 


Late evening. Chidozie’s apartment. It is Christmas Eve. Chidozie is tidying up the apartment before his guests arrive. He is 20, a college student. He carries an air of premature maturity. Everything in his apartment is tidy. His appearance itself is also tidy. The doorbell rings and he startles. Before he answers the door, he checks himself over in his entryway mirror and makes sure he is as presentable as possible, fixing his hair and smoothing out nonexistent wrinkles.

CHIDOZIE.  (Opening the door) Hello– oh! Nnenna!

He lets out a beaming smile, relief obvious on his face.

NNENNA.  (Beaming as well) Chidozie! It’s so good to see you!

She pulls him in for a lasting hug. Chidozie squeezes her tightly. It is obvious he has missed her.

CHIDOZIE.  (Pulling away) Come inside. You’re letting all the cold air in, stupid!

NNENNA.  (Scoffs and playfully shoves his shoulder as she steps inside, no ill-will in the action) Is this how you treat all your guests?

CHIDOZIE.  (Closing the door) No, just the ones I don’t like.

Nnenna shoots him a dirty look and he just laughs. They move further into the apartment, Nnenna taking her shoes off along the way.

NNENNA.  I’m not sure who else in this world could handle being your sister, Chidi. The way you treat me!

CHIDOZIE.  (Makes a show of rolling his eyes) I’m the best brother you could ask for.

Nnenna opens her mouth to respond but he quickly cuts her off.

CHIDOZIE.  Don’t try to refute that! Biko, you will hurt my feelings.

NNENNA.  (Lifting her hands in surrender) Okay-o. Abeg get me some water.

Chidozie briefly looks as if he will complain but decides against it and goes off into the kitchen to get her some water.

NNENNA.  (Throwing herself on the couch) You wouldn’t believe it, I was so stupid–

CHIDOZIE.  (Off) As usual.

NNENNA.  Brat. As I was saying, I was stupid and finished my water within the first 2 hours of the drive over here. My tongue feels so dry. Like I ate sand for breakfast, lunch, dinner, and a snack!

CHIDOZIE.  (Entering) Abeg, abeg your story get k-leg.

He hands her a glass of water and Nnenna takes it with gratitude, quickly swallowing it down. She sighs in relief.

NNENNA.  Thank you. (Looking around in amusement) You’re as anal about being tidy as you’ve always been.

CHIDOZIE.  (Half-heartedly offended) There’s nothing wrong with–

NNENNA.  (Picking something off the floor) Oh, you missed something. (Beat) Never knew you were into knitting.

CHIDOZIE.  (Stares at the ball of yarn) Oh. (Beat) Well. No, not actually. I haven’t gotten around to learning yet.

NNENNA.  Oh? How come?

CHIDOZIE.  Just..been busy. Junior year of college and all.

NNENNA.  (Groaning) Don’t remind me. That was terrible. I would say it gets better, but as a good sister I won’t lie to you.

CHIDOZIE.  I’m sure it’s not that bad. You have a laziness problem. I don’t.

NNENNA.  (Bristling) Lazy! Come here so I can wack you on your head! I’ll show you lazy.

They descend into a fit of laughter as they playfully wrestle around. They’re like children again.  The yarn tumbles away amidst the argument, unraveling as it goes.

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Theater Week: Essay on Hamlet by Mr. Beckman

“He knew that thought clings round dead limbs”: Materiality, Representation, and the Corpse in Hamlet

By David Beckman

Laurence Olivier as Hamlet.

What do we think of when we think of Hamlet (or Hamlet)? For many, the image that comes to mind is of a youngish man, dressed likely in black, holding a skull, reciting the lines that begin, “Alas, poor Yorick…” (Many may not recall what follows those first three words, or may misremember the very next clause, which is not in fact “I knew him well, Horatio…”)

That is, by now, a common observation with which to begin a discussion of Hamlet’s Act V, Scene 1.[1] And most critics are in agreement as to what that image signifies within the play’s narrative and historical contexts: the recognition of death’s inevitability, of one’s need to bear in mind and prepare for that end, and of death’s power as a social leveler. Inevitably, critics note the prominence of human skulls in the memento mori tradition[2] of icons communicating those sober reminders, and Marjorie Garber is undoubtedly right in observing, “When we hear someone say ‘Alas, poor Yorick,’ we do not think that he or she is speaking of Hamlet’s childhood jester. We know that what is at stake is rather the general case of mortality and the human condition” (Garber 467). Bettie Anne Doebler, Roland Mushat Frye and Harry Morris most exhaustively examine the scene’s connections to the memento mori tradition, and many of their conclusions are sound. Doebler, for instance, links up the historical and narrative contexts of the scene by observing: “The audience awaits Hamlet’s discovery of the particular death of Ophelia while he generalizes upon the frailty of all worldly things that men value” (Doebler 69). But Morris perhaps goes too far when he more sweepingly concludes, “All then is here in Act V, Scene 1, to mark the scene as a set piece clearly in the memento moritimor mortis genre” (Morris 1038). Goes too far because what seems most affecting about this moment—and what has too infrequently been discussed—is not its role as an iconographic “set piece” but rather its own representation of “particular death” (in Doebler’s phrase) in conjunction with those iconic generalities.

The real impact of Hamlet’s musings in this scene, it has always seemed to me, is not in the broader implications and associations he offers, but in where he begins: with the immediate, physical substance of Yorick’s skull. What critics tend to overlook—what we all, perhaps, forget when recalling this image out of its fuller verbal context—is that Hamlet’s encounter with the skull is at least as much about (in fact both begins and ends with) that horrible material reality:

Ham.     This?                                                     [Takes the skull.]

Grav.    E’en that.

Ham.     Alas, poor Yorick. I knew him, Horatio, a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy. He hath bore me on his back a thousand times, and now—how abhorred in my imagination it is. My gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now, your gambols, your songs, your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar? Not one now to mock your own grinning? Quite chop-fallen? Now get you to my lady’s chamber and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour she must come. Make her laugh at that.—Prithee, Horatio, tell me one thing.

Hor.      What’s that, my lord?

Ham.     Dost thou think Alexander looked o’ this fashion i’the’ earth?

Hor.      E’en so.

Ham.     And smelt so? Pah!                          [Puts down the skull.]

                                                                             (V.i.176-194)[3]

The opening pronouns’ emphasis on concreteness; the final attention to the skull’s offensive smell; and especially that remarkable sentence, “Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft”—these details remind us (as they show Hamlet himself to be realizing) that Yorick’s skull is more than what Yasuhiro Ogawa suggests when he writes: “a didactic property of emblematic significance, the skull serves as a grim reminder of the end of all human endeavors” (Ogawa 201). To say so quickly and assuredly, as Ogawa and others do, that the skull serves as a memento mori ignores the far more basic and powerful fact that the skull is most simply and above all the material that remains of one who once was. That may seem smaller, indeed; it may seem primary and obvious. But a line like “Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft,” with its (Horatio might say curiously) particular attention to Yorick’s actual, decayed flesh, shows that what is being examined here is not (or not only) the idea of the temporal flesh, but rather the flesh itself. Or rather, again, what is being examined, quite visibly, is the palpable absence of that flesh on the skull in Hamlet’s hand—an absence that inevitably leads to the flesh’s being reimagined, remembered, represented. Which is, of course, just another kind of “idea of the flesh.” If, as T. S. Eliot famously wrote,[4] John Webster “saw the skull beneath the skin,” then Hamlet, in this scene, sees the skin “beneath” the skull (Eliot 47).

What is at issue here, then, is not mere iconicity, but materiality—and the material, bodily artifact’s relation to representation. If Ogawa seems reductive in calling the skull a “property” (by which I take him to mean a dramatic “prop”[5]), he is by no means altogether wrong. Indeed, throughout the play, Hamlet holds his mirrors up to nature precisely by creating such representational stagings of what is or was. What makes this example unique, though—and what makes the skull as memento mori different from other mementi of its kind (snuffed candles, decayed flowers, an hourglass)—is that the skull is not simply a mirror. It is no mere “counterfeit presentment” like the picture of another dead man that Hamlet shows to his mother in Act III, Scene 4, but is rather simultaneously a representation of the thing and the actual thing represented. The special frisson of this scene, I think, for Hamlet’s audience and perhaps for Hamlet himself, comes from this recognition that, in the case of the corpse, representation and reality can (might in fact necessarily) co-exist. We learned early on of Hamlet’s awareness that the social manifestation of an interior reality could only be representational[6]—that to express one’s inner emotion was only to seem to be in grief, in love, or what have you. Here, though, while Yorick’s skull leads Hamlet out into his relatively abstract reflections on loss, vanity, and earthly power—i.e. while it functions as a representational symbol of those more abstract truths—it also and insistently brings him back in to a focus on itself, on that which it most immediately and tangibly is: in Douglas Robert Reifler’s words, “the rotten skull of someone he actually knew” (Reifler 329). This is why, as Reifler notes, the common misquotation of Hamlet’s “I knew him, Horatio” betrays a failure to grasp the precise nature of the skull’s effect on him. Even Hamlet, who has just noticed the desensitization of the gravedigger who “sings in grave-making” (V.i.65-66), has clearly been desensitized himself, such that seeing the particular skull of Yorick, a man whom he actually knew when in life, makes the experience of seeing such an object newly arresting.

The impact is emphasized through comparison with the skulls Hamlet sees immediately before this, when his comments in fact fit much more closely the descriptions of critics who emphasize the memento mori aspects of the later encounter. What is new in the Yorick passage is not the ubi sunt of Hamlet’s “Where be your gibes now, your gambols, your songs, your flashes of merriment…?”; for we heard that before in his “Where be his quiddities now, his quillities, his cases, his tenures, and his tricks?” (V.i.97-98). Nor do we first hear a reflection on vanitas or an expression of contemptus mundi in his “let her paint an inch thick, to this favour she must come” and “Dost thou think Alexander looked o’ this fashion i’the’ earth?”; for those, too, were suggested in his “…and now my Lady Worm’s, chopless, and knocked about the mazard with a sexton’s spade” (V.i.87-88). The only earlier moment that comes close to the Yorick speech’s affecting immediacy is in the lines that closely follow the Lady Worm comment: “Did these bones cost no more the breeding but to play at loggets with ’em? Mine ache to think on’t” (V.i.90-91). This line shows the visceral hitting-home of the first two skulls’ (as Hamlet reads it) memento mori message; and the Yorick speech goes yet further in evoking the even more literally visceral memory of flesh that has been lost. Because Hamlet confronts now the skull of one he actually knew, representation back through memory to that (physically rooted) prior knowledge is made possible—and in fact not only possible but even necessary. The sting of Hamlet’s holding this piece of the body of one he once knew comes from the recognition that a body can be (in part) physically present and yet no longer stand for itself; instead, now, the representational work of memory must be performed in order for the skull to stand for the body that once was.

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Theater Week: Reflections on “Godspell” by Meredith Janay ’22

This post was written by guest blogger Meredith Janay ’22. Interested in guest blogging for WAM? Email wam@newarka.edu.

From right when we got back to school after winter break to the weekend of February 28, I was in rehearsals for Newark Academy’s production of Godspell. I must admit, when the musical was first announced I never thought that I would get to that point. I thought, why would I of all people be in a show all about Jesus? However, after listening to some of the songs from the show I ultimately decided to audition, and I am so glad I made that choice.  Throughout the process of bringing this show to life, I learned that this show is not just about Jesus. Yes, Jesus is a big part of the show, but it’s more about bringing people together and forming a strong bond over core values with people you learn to love.

The funny thing is, while it’s a big part of the show itself, the cast also became one huge family throughout this process. Yes, it is quite typical for casts of any show to become close because they spend so much time together, but Godspell was unique in many ways. For starters, Godspell is an ensemble show, which means that almost everyone is on stage almost the entire time. Jesus and Judas aren’t on stage for the first number (pictured) but everyone else was, and nobody exited the stage until intermission, and for one minute in Act Two. This allowed us to always be in rehearsals together, so for weeks we would spend hours together after school doing what we love. We bonded so much over the course of this show, we even went to dinner after performing for parents and faculty at the NAPA Gala (also pictured). I’m so grateful that I had the opportunity to work on this amazing show and work alongside great performers and an encouraging creative team. I’ve learned that what appeared to just be a show about Jesus was about so much more than just one religion, and I’m extremely thankful for that.

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